I'M Sorry Poem by cheryl davis miller

Friend, what if one of us should pass
with anger still between us two?
This fearful thought occurred to me
today as my thought's; turned to you.

For years we have been just as close
as siblings or the next of kin.
Yet here of late we're far apart;
I wonder how this rift crept in.

I only know life's not the same
when you are there; and I am here.
I never meant this gulf to grow
I'm sorry; and I hope you hear.


c.d.m.2010