Napkins: Rare Poetry and Prose Archives, 1995-2004 by Steve Dustcircle - HTML preview

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Never Knew (undated)

 

I never knew the extent of your sufferings

I never knew your pillow accepted tear offerings

You should have let me in

Let me be a friend

At least allow me to sit with you in silence

Yet you shut me out

When you needed me most

It shouldn't have had to be like this

Never knew you'd try this

 

I try to reconcile with flowers in visits

I talk to your grave stone, silent and listless

Your solemn astray

Should have cried a bit louder

At least break through my selfish silence

Your desperation

Is mere unjustification

It shouldn't have had to be like this

Never knew you'd try this

 

Now that you're gone

What did we do wrong?

You must admit that you belonged

As our beloved