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Mar 2020
I do not have the time to unwind
or to help you unwind
the words you , chose to say
and at this point it doesn't matter
as soon as I rise up
from this layer of paint your wide brush left me under
I will depart as to start moving on
Beyond whatever it was we had.
Or thought we had...... Which is what
I truly find
makes it doubly sad


I have no plans
to read you chapter and verse
throw a fit or leave in an angry Huff
I figure I'll do something far far worse
by donning that all too familiar
grimacing and yet
remorseful smile
as truly
its the right thing to do
not my fault if that
is so much worse
than being assaulted by vile curse
so sorry...
but that's just not my style

I know you regret your thoughtless word
upon thoughtless word
as much as I regret having heard
sadly though ,life has no refresh button
allowing reset back to a place
before the damage occured .so I say   peace to you my wayward friend
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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