Sunday, April 28, 2019

A note

Desperado, do you know how much you have hurt me?  I never asked for anything from you, except your thoughts, your words.  I only ever wanted the best for you, for you to find love, and to be happy.
I knew it would not be with me, though I sometimes dreamt it could be. But we walk in different worlds and all we could ever share were words.  I felt your heart through your words and I know you felt mine.

But now, you hold back your words and now I know I don't matter to you and probably never did.

Seven years wasted.

It's a bitter pill to swallow.


(Simple words on a Sunday morning as I ponder the silence)

4/28/2019