I read her letters,
I have so hurt her-
I have humiliated her-
She is alone and over burdened-
After all she did for me-
Just like everybody else.
It’s her.
I look at our clients coming in to my work.
They smile-
They wave-
They bring me coffee-
They stop and chat-
They get back from vacation and they’ve brought me gifts.
As I read your words, thoughts of the "Desperato" song lyrics came to mind..."You better Love somebody, before it's too late"...for surrealism to surface.
All too often we hurt the one we should appreciate more than any other. It is unexcusable but all we can do is beg forgiveness, and learn from our mistakes and hope the one we hurt loves us enough to accept our apologies.
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John, I'm not quite sure where you were heading with this, but I think you got there. Its an intriguing write, but if I'm reading it correctly, I think you may have just "burned a bridge."
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Good Luck and thanks,
Dick