My friend has taken flight.
I had hoped that he would stay.
We smiled at each other yesterday.
I put his letters to me in a box.
I cannot stand to read them again.
I don’t want to weep at their memories.
I want to talk about my feelings.
Yet I do not want to break his trust.
I hope that he will return some day.
I am longing for his forgiveness.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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