NOTHING I COULD’VE DONE
There was nothing I could’ve done differently.
I’ve always hated the way that sounds.
Like it’s some kind of an excuse.
A cop out.
Still I come back to the truth of the matter,
Even though doubts are hard to let go.
I knew the end was coming,
Like a death painful and slow.
It ended without a whimper,
XXXed out, it was time for me to leave.
Michael D. Schafer
© March 1, 2017
Stating that advice is easier than living it. Count me among those who has missed the ideal mark numerous times.
As to your poem, it is honest and that probably counts the most.
Charlie
Love ya!
Jane