I want you to know: A hastily scrawled poem from during a phone conversation... (5/24/12)
I want you to know you're absolved,
you haven't done any wrong,
that all the hurt that I feel now is welcomed,
that I'm thankful I can still feel it.
I want you to know I felt like I was talking to a ghost when you called,
someone who had already disappeared from my life,
someone who was gone before I could say goodbye,
I'm still lingering on those last seven letters that you said.
I want you to know I will always be here,
until the very end,
until everything else if gone and I know there's no more hope,
but, there is still some.
A peace lily still grows among the ashes,
A tearful goodbye still waits off on the horizon,
And all the good we did one another has yet to have its last victory,
it's last boast for all that life should be,
All that friends should be.
I want you to know that I've thrown out everything else
but the fond memories,
the streaks of light along the night sky that lasted for onl