"I'll never have a letter coming from you
Longer than a paragraph or two."
Was what she said to me.
I admit, I really disagree,
Because though I did depart,
Every day she had my heart.
She snuck inside my dreams and
It was something I couldn't stand.
I missed her. What can I say?
I still do to this damn day.
But sometimes we lose ourselves.
We have to put some people on shelves,
Come back to them later when it seems right,
'Cause we can be scared of what's in our line of sight.
And, I think that's why she had this to say.
But I wrote letters nearly every day.
Yet, never sent them 'cause of fear.
I guess it killed what happened here.
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