It was never clear Where the sudden anger rose from The muted and hesitant responses Submitted and fueled by honest confusion You should have believed You should have known My sincerity was real My love set You chose to look away You chose fear I'm not much but I'm genuine I've never been much but I care A wounded soul remains in the wake of it all A shaken shadow wanders these darkened steps What was the point?
From a dozen or more years ago? Questions never answered. Fears ran amok. Emotions still linger and never totally fade. One doesn't easily make friends with the ghosts.
2022
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