"Let me explain" is a latent lament
Hidden beneath longing years of silence;
"I'm sorry" seems wholly insufficient
To recover years of daily absence;
Mere words are inadequate to distill
Lives we've lived over nearly thirty years;
Explanation seems recklessly futile
And likely to find unlistening ears.
For this reason I've held my yearning tongue
And tried to enjoy rare moments with you,
Quashing the story that starts "We were young...."
To marvel at the man you've grown into.
After all, there's nothing that I could say
To change the road I've taken to today.
August 2014
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