Evening angst
Leaves little to thank.
It becomes such a chore,
Once more,
As always before.
I have no one to blame
Except for myself.
It's just that you
Were not right for me,
This much, I could see.
The night closes in on my life,
This becomes my strife.

11/23/2009

Author's Note: ... I tried so very hard to tell you.....

Posted on 11/23/2009
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