Fault Line
It must have been April when we both strayed
Vindictive, I refused to warm fire’s glow
When bitter words raged and triggered my ire ;
Though pleading sorry, I shunned Kate’s hello.
Yet at nights when laughter used to ripple,
I knew this bile of pride kept us apart
And missed all our years graced by friendship’s bliss;
Enduring rains and snowstorms of life's chart.
On Kate’s door I knocked to offer true peace...
How my eyes burned like splinters of dark ray;
She had gone -- far off--- my amends too late
Realizing a void...on her birthday.
11/25/2016
Anthony Slausen’s Fault Line Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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