–pride I impulsively tossed out the window
when i called
to tell you I was sorry.
detachment, I guess, is permanently lost
now that your smile is gone
and brings a lump to my throat
I can’t swallow—–want me to continue?
Here I go—
Independence was stolen one stormy, sunny (day, night ) last year
while you watched you follow someone’s nutty wits
Anger… you haven’t been able to wear
since the day he hurt you with it.
amusement— disappeared without warning
the morning all quiet on your front.
Lines written for me by a very dear friend. A few words but she always gets me and what I mean. 🙂
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