I'm curious: are you hurting just as much as me?
Or are you living freely without cares of what went on?
It seems like silence is a killer; could it be?
I wonder: are you hurting just as much as me?
I told myself: "I'll not care, nor will I reflect"
But the past few days have proven to be harder than perceived.
I don't know how much longer I can handle this neglect.
I need your love; I need your voice; I'm losing self respect.
Call me when you get this or just send me back my things.
There's too much evidence with them that could hurt my reputation.
I wonder if you know the hurt that such a fight can bring.
So call me when you get this or just send me back my things.
YOU ARE READING
A Golden Afternoon: The Collected Poetry of the Late Matthew Packard
PoetryThis is simply a collection of previously unpublished (and unseen) poems written by my late Uncle Matthew. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed finding them.
