Is it to late for sorry?

Now that I've been gone so long?

I've been an invisible memory.

Was I really so wrong?

 

I never asked how you felt.

Never dreamed that you cared;

I thought you would be better off,

When I was no longer there.

 

I thought you were the enemy.

Forever sneaking up behind me.

Waiting for the chance

To slit my throat,

If I dared to blink my eyes.

 

And now, once again

I find out that you cared.

When I thought you never shared

A single smile,

From the file ,

Of me and you.

 

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Copyright 2001

By Jeff Benda

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