I remember my shallow expressions of hope
from the last days of her life.
Each word she spoke, each mood she shared,
I didn’t expect while I was waiting.
In the past, we grew apart.
Time did not heal the broken bonds.
Once I learned of her illness,
my pride fell and I tried to amend.
The days we were together were strained.
I am sorry for the wrongs I did her.
Her earlier life is what I truly missed.
Time passes slowly now that she is gone.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden
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