Words to YouNo words can gainback that moment justbefore I spoke dumblyhurting you. Thingsbearing hard on you—And me, suddenly completely useless inability, can not turn the back walking awayback to me.
I've come back to read this poem three or four times,maybe more,but it always seems to slip my grasp.I like it because it floats away like a butterfly slipping away from a chasing child.(I'm afraid that child might still be me.)
i love the back stuff at the end...and the whole poem, yes!
RC, if that isn't the case then you got something to worry about, but I know it is. Thanks!!Jill, thank you, too!
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