Sharp like scissors you cut her with words.

Your anger strikes her, but softly,
But to  me they are far worse than the excuse.


Silence is your only excuse.



Please, remember her brown curls and baby face when you  put her in your place.
Friendship like this is hard to replace.

Your feet have walked far distances we can't see.
None of us are what we used to be.

Feel, and don't forget.
For sometimes, words unsaid are what we regret.