An Apology

the night quietly gathers

one last time 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,

some things are better

left unsaid;

that is all

which can be said,

now it shall be no more,

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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