she took you for
granted
on the edge of the
meadow


said you'd never
want her
'cause that's not how
far
a friend would
go


& the silence
rang
through the cool
night in late
winter


I just wish you could have
seen her


how many sighs have
made their
farewell descent
past her blushed
& bothered
skin


to protect the impression
you've kept her
within?