I had escaped to that room
Before they remodeled it and
Sat there in silence because I
Was trying to sort things out.
Everything was just starting
Then and it was overwhelming.
I wished someone would come
And save me from myself, but
Then again no one ever comes.
I sat there for some time with the
Door half open to the lighted
Hallway. Then I heard their
Footsteps; it was a little girl
And an older woman who
Seemed to be in a hurry the
Girl was talking, she wanted
To stay. When she passed the
Classroom I heard her little
Voice say "but mommy that
Girl is sad" and then they
Disappeared through the door.
That little girl still goes to
Our church and sometimes
I see her. Even though I know
she never remembers me,
And it's probably good that
She doesn't.
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
