Haven’t Cried

I used to tell them I hated you.
Then you died.
Im sorry — I forgive you.
Still I haven't cried.

The words came late – but true not offcast.
Quiet - as a door closing on the past.

Just the weight finally taken from my golden crown.
And the silence where it used to live.

Written down!


	

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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