I don’t know if you read these things But if you do I’ll take your silence as a
I have done you Oh, so wrong. I have never given you What you need Forgive my failure
Youth is wasted Proving you are a man Seniority is wasted Lementing lost youth
Here comes the rain To wash away All the things the could have been Here comes the rain ( again) A cleansing flood
Little I can do Now that I have injured you I must disgust you
Who am I now? I’m not the man I was before You’ve changed something Done something big You’ve opened up a door
There’s a hollow place Where your heart belongs Its vacuous emptiness Drains all compassion Consumes without satiation
Blessed to see Even momentarily To touch The greatest of heights reached by two people of one mind
I thought I was the adult I had the years that is without question But experience and wisdom Those were yours
Letting go Is not a choice That I can just make There are no simple steps I can mechanically perform
She was never mine I was never her’s Neither loved as a possession Both possessed By the love we shared
It’s been 14 years Since we’ve spoken 14 years In which I’ve tried to Bury my regrets
The cherry red tip of ash falls from her cigarette to make love with a dry autumn leaf and set the forest ablaze.
Self Determination It’s never free There is always a cost Self determination Requires
The way to a man’s heart Is through his stomach Or so the saying goes But things are seldom So simple as that