Friday, 27 April 2012

Flesh Wound

I stare
at my phone
waiting for
more excuses
or an apology...

Neither comes.

just makes things worse;
you don't know why
we bothered,
I do.

Something to do with hope.

The simplest things
become too complicated
all because of a word
said too quickly
or not soon enough.

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