I lay out my heart, and with pen I write
my thoughts and words like a transcript of old
letters mailed out when we thought them to be
the thing that became such a welcomed sight.
I hope and pray that you read this and find
how sincere my effort in finding a way
to express my feelings, for you’re still on my mind.
I didn’t know then, but our relationship drained
what friendship we’d nurtured, and tried to revive
only suffered more loss when I moved away,
and we lost all contact. There was nothing to gain
but live with regrets of things done or said.
A distance measured in miles we can relate,
but one of the heart is harder to maintain.
It suffers setback and grows further apart,
and now we see with a bitter reminder
there’s no going back, for there is no restart.
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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)
Posted for the Daily Post Weekly Writing challenge
