Sunday, June 11, 2017

Burned bridges




Sometimes in moments of self-evaluation,
I wonder what happened,
Where did I miss a crucial relationship, an important conversation.

In the crucial ages of twenties,
When full of energy I built bridges and then
burned those bridges.

Could it have been otherwise had I been wiser
In all  that characterised those years
Did all the signs appear,how did I miss them?

Should have more loving?
I was caring. A little too much perhaps
Like Liking Ignored.

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