Tuesday, November 18


The cold slamming of a heart's door.
I miss the smiling.
I miss the laughing.
I miss the over-the-top antics
That marked our hours together.

I'm sure it was my folly.
My too-big mouth
My know-it-all style
My hands-off approach
To friendship.

If it helps,
I am sorry.
If it helps,
I still love you.
If it helps.

1 comment:

Pam said...

How come you wrote such a sad poem? I hope you feel better or resolve whatever is wrong.