I reached out to you.. and yet you were not there..
Like the branches swinging softly,swaying in the wind..
Like withered leaves you toss my heart unto the ground,
But you don't really know how..
To pick up the pieces as they
clutter the ground..
You've no idea how to bow or bend..
You have no idea how to begin..
Let alone end..
You'd rather retreat, back to the wall..
But if we can't stand together then, we may as well fall.
But we'll never know..
What might have been..
And we'll never begin...
If we don't end.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:Walking away.. to be continued...