Saturday, September 6, 2008

Forgive Me My Letters

It's a cold fall morning
up in northern swamplands
but you're still blistering,
I'm sure, in the wastelands.
You still cross my mind
every once in a while,
enter my dreams saying
"I'm sorry" once more.
It's my turn to apologize
you see, my friend,
we both tried but alas
we have both failed
and so goodbyes are
our only safe recourse
so forgive me, please,
my silly letters
left forever

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