I wrote you a very long letter
Trying to explain it better
But I fear that adding words
May yet again just make it worse
Early morning, to late at night
On screen or pages didn't feel right
I tried in stanzas and in song
But that made it feel even more wrong
Should I risk your eyes or ears
With words you might not want to hear?
Or put my sorries on a shelf
And keep my fumbling to myself
Should I seek reconciliation
Is it selfish wanting closure
If it comes with subjecting you
To more emotional exposure
Even though I have the time and
Am constantly cling to my phone
I hold off reaching out in case
You'd prefer to be left alone
YOU ARE READING
painted poet
PoetryWhat memories give me grief or gratitude, Tempts my firey attitude, comes to my mind In the wee hours of night Or of the mornings first blinking light, The second edition to my collection of fragments, pulled together like bits of stained glass, ...
