Mlc Poem by Lou Odle

The feeling of being unable to hold you.
What a feeling...but oh how it was true

The only touch I had was your voice.
You could have been true it, was your choice.

My soul dropped, when you made that decision.
I know this was not in your lifes vision.

The day my soul was released from itself.
You where in my arms, knowing not good for our health.

Now Im free struggling with what we created.... now your moved on you look at image more than truth.

You know I am trying my hardest yet...your patients has grown thin...
Im not suprised you held on to my deepest feelings, i have not been able to hold them myself. Ya this is a fake grin