when he said no i took my lonleyness to the river.
frozen onley a month ago sunlight lit the first blossems of spring and made early march apper beutiful.
but it wasn't for me.
i kicked sand that sprayed like salt and sighed a dozen times.
i notticed a slow moving cargo of stickes and the riples that hurried them along.
thay ressembled arms and legs.
thats how i felt "lifless" in other words.
you may laugh but at that moment i bent over the river adding to that anchent flow,

a young girls saddness when a boy says no.