J anuary had always been a depressing month for Jason.
A lways cold–no– always bitter.
S uddenly a warm front came in, in the form of a 5’3 and 1/4 hyperbola-like Siren.
O nly six more weeks of winter, thought Jason as he broke up with her.
“N ever again,” he lied.
E ager to here the results of the operation,
D ad leaned forward in the unpadded chair.
“W hile everything was done that could be done…I’m so sorry.”
A dvice was sought from this messenger, but all he was
R eady to offer was,
“D eath is an abstract concept.”
C onfidence is an often ill-gotten trait.
O blivious to this, Mr. Cook sought to instill it in his classes.
O bituaries reading “Beloved Son,” “Daring Princess,” and “Incorrigible Optimist” riddled newspapers.
K indness was taught instead.