Seems so much is left unsaid,
Leaving regret and dread.
Hurt and betrayal leaves a mark.
Exposed wounds open and dark.
Too much time spent saying goodbyes,
Unfinished lines broken where they lie.
Tears of sorrow cascade unrelenting,
No openings for the mending.
Broken lines in need of repair,
Silence remains full of despair
Years of memories lorn.
All that’s left is treachery and to mourn.
OCTOBER 17, 2010
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