Tuesday, August 23, 2011

One Hundred and Sixteen

I thought about you last night.
I haven't thought about you in a very long time.

I'm very sorry for the way I treated you.
I was growing into myself, spreading my wings.
I gave little thought to how people around me felt about it all.
I gave little thought to anybody, really.

I hope I've changed. I hope we meet again one day.
You wouldn't like me more, now.
I think the time for us has past anyway.
But that was my fault.

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