Did

you

really

–

–

think

today,

–

–

that

–

t

h

e

–

words

you

–

–

would

say

–

–

might

make

–

–

everything

okay . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ might

make

this,

–

a

n

d

–

all,

–

a

n

d

–

everything

–

–

–

.

.

.

g

o

–

–

–

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ make

it

all

–

–

–

.

.

.

g

o

–

–

–

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ make

it

all

–

–

–

.

.

.

g

o

–

–

–

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

all

–

o

f

–

those

hurricanes

–

a

n

d

–

thundering

rains . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ all

.

o

f

.

those

ghastly

grays,

–

–

waiting

–

i

n

–

the

shade

–

o

f

–

shame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ waiting

.

i

n

.

the

shade

–

o

f

–

rage

–

a

n

d

–

blame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

blame

–

a

n

d

–

rage . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

what

could

–

–

have

been

–

–

better

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ those

ghastly

grays . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ those

ghastly

grays . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

waiting

–

i

n

–

the

shade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ waiting

.

i

n

.

the

shade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ waiting

.

i

n

.

the

shade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

shame,

–

a

n

d

–

rage,

–

a

n

d

–

blame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

what

could

–

–

have

been

–

–

better

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

wiped

away

–

a

n

d

–

forever

erased . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

y

–

–

–

only

–

t

h

e

–

words

–

y

o

u

–

say . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

y

–

–

–

only

–

t

h

e

–

words

–

y

o

u

–

say . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

today.

Reflection:  I wrote this poem in reflection of a much-loved song at the time (“15” by Petal). So, if you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.