If I made you feel like just one
of several parentheses in my life,
I am sorry, full of remorse, apologies & change
The truth is I wish you had been the book!
(my heart remains enclosed by your parentheses)
I wish we even yet could build
sentences & paragraphs, pages & chapters...
I wish we could live a book Together?
It seems the pen has dried. . .
I wonder why?