Aftermath
I cried for you,
I she'd tears for lost years, 'til my eyes dried,
I tried for you,
Until the lost hopes were only fit to stay inside,
I lied for you,
I told the world that though it seemed unlikely, you did care,
I died for you,
But only the little child that continued wishing you'd been there,
And though it's true,
That in our later years we balanced our ledger, man to man,
You never knew,
The granite held within my heart, and now you never can,
We knew, we two,
That life for people like us would never follow the smooth path,
And now it's true,
That I will ever battle the harsh winter of its aftermath.
Jason Bayliss
Mon 11th Nov 2019 14:39
Thanks Martin, I wasn't sure about this one really, it sounds a bit, "poor old me," and I'm not really like that. But, you write what you write and stand by it, so I'm pleased you liked it.
J. x