Words to You
No words can gain
back that moment just
before I spoke dumbly
hurting you. Things
bearing hard on you—
And me, suddenly
completely useless in
ability, can not turn
the back walking away
back to me.
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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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