I used to look at the stars on warm summer nights. The grass pillowed against my back and the breeze danced through the trees. Oh what wonder those night held! Earthly vices and virtues had no meaning on those nights.
But as always, winter crept in and I could no longer lie on the ground and wonder at life's infinities. The days grew grey and stars grew dull. People left and were left as quickly as the cold gripped the mortar in the bricks of suburban Purgatories.
Its been a year.
Its been a year and I'm just now realizing how much I need you. There is no happy ending in this story. You've moved on and I am the only one to blame. I'm sorry. I have always had trouble enunciating my thoughts but this I am sure of.
I am as sorry as I love you.
I'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Revelations
PoetryIt was really me. It was really you. There was really nothing we could do. To put it concisely, these are short, philosophical situations, feelings, and thoughts of different persons and personalities I've encountered.
