sore truth

I no longer write,
out of spite.

I have learned to understand,
that mistake we had in hand.

Just another something over night,
we escape, sore truth.

(11-21-1998; revised 7-13-1999)

conversations

Conversations in my mind,
will they ever take place?

What if I see her again?
Will she be in pain?

I love her, I will explain.
Will she ever again?

She caused me so much pain?
How could she, she never explained.

Will he ever, be my friend again?
I doubt it, I almost went insane.

Nothing, however, is in vain.

Conversations in my mind,
will they ever take place?

What if, they did?
What will I say?

(03-08-1999; revised 07-13-1999)