I didn't call you on your day
are you mad?
I couldn't make the words work
I feel bad
I didn't cry foul on your day
are you pissed?
I wasn't aware of the irony
yet you are missed
I didn't speak to you on your day
were you annoyed?
I lost the sound of your voice
your rhythm was void
I didn't die on your day
are you alone?
I found the will in every second
the ache in every bone
I didn't lie to you on your day
are you relieved?
I dabbled in some truth
not to be believed
I didn't write for you on your day
hope you're not sore
I want to do right by you
I owe you that and more
Copyright: Brian Pellerino 2008
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Reviewed by char lee (Reader)
Reviewed on January 24, 2008
Beautiful. You've reminded me that doing right by the ones we love is important to do now, when it will mean the most to all, but no less important to us even if they may never know. thank you
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.