Out, damned thought!
Out I say!
A stain upon my brain
Appearing when not wanted
Not called for, not ever
The past, the past
Coming back to haunt me
No way to undo it, no never
A friendship cut down
Mowed over and left to die
Not by my hand, was it severed
Yet nagging, still nagging
The shadow of what might have been
What will never be, not ever
07/22/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heartbreaking, tender poem. So few words say so much... Well done! ! ~R