I got over you. Leave me a wound. To heal? Hardly...And you, when you feel I'm gone, re-read me. I was born in verse. I know, it wasn't a typical separation, I didn't even reach out--- for a hug. I wanted you, the whole. Maybe it didn't happen? Rusty key! They say, the birds often return. And just sing. I am a sparrow. They often invite me to a meeting. I'm not going, that then I'm bad. For guilt...Who cares? Is it me or you...does it matter? I dreamed of love, not bloated. She, the soul, does not sleep...in bed. It was nice, yes, it was passionate. Will I remember you as I said...with good memories? To love is a wonderful thing. But don't expect from your ex...a letter, even. For now, I'm breathing again, but it's hard. But I stopped crying...at least. And thanks for the wisdom lesson. Beautiful---the rose, also the stings...
