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Shame
by Richard VinceIn my mind, I paint her as
My weakness, when it is not her fault
But mine. The flaw is in me:
A part of my being I try to ignore.
She has not changed:
A woman now, but I still see
The child she was, and yet
Somehow that changes nothing.
The part of me she took is
Still hers, even though
She may never have known.
Here is yet another possibility
I have made impossible,
A further addition to the list
Of bridges burned before building.
My shame is beyond words;
This is as close as I get to
Expressing how wrong it all was,
Hiding instead behind a fantasy
Of failed friendship.
She is the one I never talk about
But always think about.
12/04/2015 Posted on 01/30/2016
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 01/31/16 at 12:28 AM This feels like a confession that's been pending your own permission to come out. I think I have a tendency to romanticize feelings like this, and then revel in the shame. I'm sure that says something horrid about my own emotional development, but we're all friends here. So... I'll be adding this to my favorites. |
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