I stare in silence The glowing screen Inside my minute refuge "I'm done with your ****." These words burrow into my brain I deflate Eleven months, I had thought A beautiful friendship Born of a night and Strengthened through song Step over the line and Be shot down But how often we toed it Hours later, I cannot Let it all just fade away Four ignored calls, anger Building walls between us Twenty seconds, then a voice I pick myself up, she shares my belief That together We can make something Beautiful.
Copyright 2010 by Samuel Dickinson. All rights reserved.