Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Morning Fights

I didn't mean
to yell so loud, to cast her out
into the bitter cold
thinking I didn't love.
My harsh words bit back,
thoughts of her sliding
over black ice, metal crushing and pinching
bright lights flashing.
I didn't mean
for that to be the end.
I hope I can cover it
with something else. Dear me,
do I hope for another
chance to make amends.

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