These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Epistle.

 
I’ll write you one and try hard to be
Just a person intent on writing poetry.
I will keep it simple but not quite so plain
At best I could perhaps not taint it with my pain.

I would not let you see the hurt that you’ve caused.
The trust, that with your lies, I’ve given up as lost.
I’ll pretend to still be blind, and stubbornly refuse to see
The wreck you’ve made of a friendship;
A so embittered and unbelieving me.

I’ll keep back from asking my one and only ‘why’
That is, ‘Why ever did you feel that
from me you’d have to lie?’
 
Yes, I’ll write you one
Though I’m not even sure what’s a damn epistle!
And as for keeping my pain,
Alas! I can’t … FAREWELL!



7th September 2004 (for VME)

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