Today I see you again.
Many things have since changed.
Last I saw was before the pain.
Death of someone near to me;
But closer to you.
It has been 4 years since I knew,
To late to say anything.
I know I wrote you letters,
And those letters did you receive?
Did I write "I'm sorry" one time to much?
And hamper on your grieving?
I hope it won't be awkward, between you and me.
We used to be such great friends, and our siblings just the same.
So whatever may happen, and whatever may not, I'll be here just like my six letters, if you want a talk.
To L.M. and L.M.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poems
PoesíaA description can say a lot, and it can say a little; so can a poem. Guess you'll just have to find out what it's gonna say.
