You don’t have to say
you told me so.
I’m aware of all the pain.
I tried to glue the pieces,
but missed the ones I couldn’t see.
I’m sorry the rift could not be mended.
I’d close it if I could.

Perhaps some day, I’ll do so.
Slam tight that door.
Throw away the key.
Within my hand is the needle.
The tender thread lies waiting.
Sew shut the ragged edges.
Close off those memories.

© Jan. 17, 2012 L.E.M.