A facebook message, from thirty years ago
emotions and thoughts in a whirlwind exposed
some of them happy, yet they all should be froze.

I'm a very private person, I'm sure you all know
yet this recent encounter I want to expose
this part of my past was locked under key
its been three days now, as the rust drips away.

My mind in the back wants to attack
yet my mind in the front wants to forgive
as that rust drips away to loosen that lock
of a time I once knew, my hurt kept in mock.

Tho I read and I listen to words that are said
I look to my life and see its just what it is
a distant smile comes over the words
she's not really asking, but her question have I heard!

The roof that we shared, was a long time ago
shingles are old and with nails exposed
tar spots cover the leaks when it rains
some water seeps in, most of it drains.

I thought I forgave her a long time ago
in the way was the rust no drip for the flow
I was wrong as I hid her in my far distant past
a first love that was real, did not stay, could not last~


~Bentlee~