Examining the Wreckage

“She'll read that.”
“I believe you're right.”
“And she'll be hurt.”
“Perhaps she will.”
“And she may hate you
After that.” “Of course,
But, tell me, should I
Care? What difference
Would her anger make?
She hasn't said a word
For months. She's downright
Rude to me at times.
She took but never gave
A thing, so, if her silence
Harbors hatred, not
Indifference or affection,
Do I lose in any way?”
“I don't suppose you do.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-10-20 at 23:10

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