by Richard Vince
What good is eloquence if all that is
Expressed is meaningless? Well chosen
Words of flowing prose become
Mere shapes if they say nothing.
There is an emptiness to her now;
I fear that she has packed away
Her soul, her self, to make room for
The trappings of a life that
Will not fill the hollow inside her.
Had I been a true friend to her,
Perhaps I would have told her,
But I was too intent on
Selfish preservation of the status quo
To risk pushing her away.
Now that I have lost her anyway,
I find myself wishing I had said
Something, and hoping that she will
Free herself before she forgets she is
Caged. Perhaps I care after all.
Sometimes, all we can do is
Let go of those we love and
Let them make their own mistakes.
Posted on 06/27/2013
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