Kyrielle

Behavioral Isolation




Those words, spoken in anger, words
you didn't mean, didn't want heard;
they flew out, angry hurtful birds.
Those moments always get away.

Tiny sins, piled high through the years,
never quite cause visible tears
but remembered long, it appears.
The moment always gets away.

Until one day, they look at you
with hate. The way you always knew
they'd feel because you can't undo
the moments that all got away.

It's too late for sorry, too late
to make amends. Time didn't wait;
you always did procrastinate
and the moments you let get away

won't come back. So your mouth is dry
as they say that final goodbye
but you aren't allowed time to cry;
that moment also got away.



2002/2003 (published 9/17/11) dawn