I find letters littered
on the dusty floor
of the past,
words I never noticed,
till now.
And suddenly,
ashamed and sorry,
I think perhaps
I wish I'd paid heed
to the light in the eyes
of those who'd agree...
who long ago
wished I'd paid heed
to the light in their eyes
as well.
4 comments:
Beautiful flow and rhythm to this gorgeous poem.
Thank you. It's good to be writing poetry again. :-)
layered and haunting...
i like it!
great poem here... quite like how i find it as a letter of old
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