Thursday, March 15, 2012

Unspoken

Are you waiting for me, as older,
to call and make amends for so long ago?
Could I weave the magic of forgiveness both ways?
We are different people now, in different places
The thought of returning to this past issue
strikes terror in my heart; your spirit so strong
your clarity of what was right and wrong
and on which side you fall, no questions asked

Yet stories differ with the hearts from which they come
I seek the path of least resistance
the gentler path; the memories of our love

Radha

1 comment:

  1. I wrote this awhile ago. I never thought I would post it. Certainly never would send it....

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