Sunday, June 21, 2009
How did you ever imagine
I would still want to be with you...
You used our passion-
Crimes I thought were not in you.
Candle blown dead by your actions.
Part of me is almost sorry for you.
Cutting ties, the only reaction,
The only sensible thing to do.
I can be polite in societal fashion.
Friends? Forgive me, but that is over, too.