Not Enough
To take away one tragic push
That wiped any joyous memories away
I do not pretend to understand your mind
Nor, can I count the pieces of your shattered heart
Broken without regard to its existence
No promise made in haste
Will satisfy, or quench that longing
For the "what " that might be from here
With no support, to say I love you
Would only cause you more pain
Like the scrape of a dull blade across your flesh
The wound is to open and fresh
All that is dirty and nasty must be removed
To allow the healing that must occur
Though the scar will always remain
In time and through the hand of forgiveness
It is my desperate hope that we care again....
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