Friday, May 20, 2016

An Apology




















one last time;
the night quietly gathers,
as the sun slowly disappears,
I will never see your
vast, luscious valleys,
never taste the sweetness
of your swift running streams,
never hear the sound
of your softly rustling leaves,
blowing in the cool, gentle, breeze,
never find the peace of your
distant, fading solitude,
never know the mystery of your
intoxicating touch;
again;
should have left well enough alone,
should have let it die,
a friend indeed is far better
than a lover gone,
yet sometimes weakness
overcomes strength,
sometimes dreams are more
than can be resisted;
some things are better
left unsaid;
and that is all
which can be said,
now it shall be no more,
just as so many others
which were but are not,
nothing, nothing at all,
simply a fading mist,
a slight murmur among
the daily buzz,
goodbye my love
that is but never was;
I’m sorry.
.

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