Saturday, December 18, 2010

A letter to a friend

Questions raised by your silence answered by mine

Echoes of things left unsaid buried under the rubble of time

Mistakes made unmade and made again

Attempts to propitiate and absolve gone in vain

Apologies conceived, miscarried, reconceived and aborted

And for indemnification guilt and nostalgia consorted

Broken bones and festering wounds--our inheritances from “our before”

Coerced into healing with only the scar tissue left to show for

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