The Message Pads
by: W. Dire Wolff 1997


She called me
But I forgot to be happy
Paper mountain of message pads
Because I wasn’t there
To answer
Then the time
Wasn’t right
To call back
And now...
It’s too far away
Back to her
And maybe it could have been
Something...
But who was I to know her?
And what was I but...
Perhaps a drunkard?
Perhaps a bastard?
Because I was already leaving
The day I told her
I loved her so
My heart was true
But my words
Now veiled in blue
Forgot to send hope
To what I believe
To be right and true,
For in my heart
I loved only you
And searched for someone new,
Such wasted sorrow
Such wasted moments
Such wasted time.


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