“I love you”
And
“I’m sorry”
Those were not things
I said often
And they should have been
But that which
Rarely escaped my lips
Now weighs heavy
In my heart
For you are gone
And I find myself
Wanting to scream those words
From the depths of my soul
What I should have said then
I would give anything
To say to you today
But now
It makes no difference
If I say it or not
About the Creator
Rae Fairchild (MRB)
I love to write; putting pen to paper fills my heart and calms my soul!
Rae Fairchild is my pen name. (Because why not? Pseudonyms are cool!)
I do publish elsewhere under my real name, M.R.B.
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By Novel Allen6 days ago in Poets
Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Paytona day ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
So true and heartfelt. Well crafted poem. Love it.