We pass by now,
denying each other's existence
the picture lies not
we were together, happy once.
You chose filial ties
over what was right
no grudges held, understand
what it means to walk in your shoes.
The common paths
we still have to tread
part of me seeks
to mend the tear
the other glad
not having to face you there.
You took with you,
in parting ways
the tiny bud I loved
whose blossomed flower
I see from other's eyes.
Wonder why
in relationships
extremes we choose
the middle path
never explored.
Despite the pain
I wish you well
now far from the time
when hated your voice
on the line.
have grown enough
in such a short while
but still can see
letting go of the petty past
isn't something you can try...
isn't something you can try...
( written a year ago for one who was a friend and sister in law....
but just a distant relative now. )
