google stalking
i found a poem
the subject--me
a punch to the stomach
i have to respond
the time is not right
our paths diverged
i pray that my looking back
is not a new injury
or even a nuisance
how soon regret replaces nostalgia
face-saving jumps to the fore
that’s not how i want to be remembered
i forgot about the pain
about the tearing
i used you to grow
split myself open
demanded the same from you
when i should have loved
i demanded understanding
i wanted a mess to match my own
someone to get me
someone to fix me
it was wrong
but not deliberate
we were children pretending to be adults
for the past--forgiveness
thanks
fondness
laughing
into the future--good luck
love
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