Sincere apology
from my open wound.
You ceased to realize
the need for you.
I needed you.
Quivering lip.
Torn apart lung.
As it slips away,
you let me
you did not chase me.
Opened eyes
and realized soul.
Too late, far too late.
She is already gone,
I already left.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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