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Casey
I wish I had treated him better, you know
Been kinder, been sweeter, been saner to him
And I would still call him sometimes
If I wasn't so ashamed of what I did
I was a voice in his head for a while,
A mean one, a bad one
That he couldn't quite shake
He'd be out with his friends and he'd hear me
My voice being casually cruel
Saying something so rough
To his precious, soft ears
And he'd flinch
His friends told me to leave him alone
Because he still loves me
And I leave him alone
Because I still love him
What a beautiful, and most
What a beautiful, and most poignant, lament---for lost love, lost friendship, lost closeness and nearness. I hope this situation will resolve itself for you . . . but the way you write of it calls for more poems in this same voice, and on this same subject. There are others---many of whom you will not meet or know directly---who can be helped by such a poem.
Starward