Time Line
I try to read what you wrote down
The letters are in pencil and age has made them fade
Memories follow me as I walk through town
My heart for yours was not a fair trade
I tried but maybe to much
You told me secrets and I did the same
We exchanged a gentle but rough touch
Equally to blame
In the past
I too jealous
Too fast
And over zealous
In the past
You, low self esteem
Too vast
And ripping at the seem
Now in the present
I wish for the chance back
No longer to resent
The love I had and now lack.
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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