Looking at her is painful. I can tell in her eyes she has burned and beaten down. I apologize for judging her. However under the hardness of her face and all the barriers she has built around her she is a true gem... I am sure.
Somehow the people in life have gotten to her in such a way that she believes the only way to survive is build a shell and live inside of that darkness.
My heart goes out her, but I would never say that to her. She would not believe me.
You see I am one of those people who has contributed to her dark complexion. Once I brightened day, now the thought of me makes her sick.
I am nothing but a sore spot, a bad memory.
The brightness of our once wonderful relationship has turned to a gray unhappy pause at the mention of my name. Where I was invited no one had been allowed into ever. I came in sat. Then I left and left a mess behind. I never apologized for my mess.
I believe that apologizes could be made, but she would never believe. I have no credibility to her.
I wrote her a letter and it came back return to sender. So I went to apologize but the house that she once lived in had been condemned. I called her on the phone, but the number had been disconnected.
So with no outlet left of communication I am unable to give my sincere regretful apology.
Staring at this picture tonight is pointless to me.
Even though it is pointless I must say this in case you read this... I'm sorry I really mean it
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