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Thursday, October 16, 2014

once we were happy

by Linda M. Crate

i remember we had fun once. we used to walk kinzu dam together. you used to hold my hand and i didn't resent it. i remember there was love and laughter. somewhere everything went wrong. resentment built. i hated you. i don't hate you anymore, dad. i'm sad. i don't know what happened. we both had tempers. we both said things we shouldn't have. we're fractured past the point of repair. we try, but the pitiful stabs of a relationship dead hurt me more than saying nothing at all. so i'm quiet. not to hurt you but because i don't know what to say. you never understood me and i don't understand you. all we ever did was judge each other. i'm sorry. 

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