I begin again
to fold the dream
and to fall against
pillows of doubt.
When will this end?
Did it ever begin?
Push play...
The restart button's been jammed
three times since the day you chose
to join me when the other choice was
to lose me in the fray of your own
insecurities and malleability.
I can't forget how much it hurt
when you told me a truth you knew
as your own...
and pushed upon me for safekeeping.
Do parts of your heart still grow cold...
at the thought that I just might...
never feel the same?
I'm so sorry.
Please forgive me.
Please... let go.
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Comments: 4
It keeps the details out but reveals the feeling.
That's so much more important.
The language transmits the reality and blends so well with your recent writings.
The ending is brutal. Sad (that there can be no forgiveness).
Yet, ostensibly it is what must happen.
It seem, to me, is a statement of being true to oneself.
And by reading it and understanding it, it makes us all stronger.
Thanks.