Thursday, February 3, 2011

Retrospect

There will be great poetry in this
     after a while,
However long it takes to figure out
What happened, but not long enough to let
It be forgotten.  Maybe time will heal
Our wounds before we find the words to say
But the words will be there, waiting
     to be spoken,
Hidden behind whatever scars remain,
Forming themselves within our shaken souls
Like a slow forgiveness.





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