The words were gray...
deliberately ambiguous
so that self worth and meaning
would remain veiled
And in the absence of relief, hurt struck
like a father disowning his own
or a mother abandoning her home
Wounded pride stared in astonishment
at what the pain had done
No taking back what wasn't said
that conveyed the pointless,
for that was the point--
The reason that revealed a need to reflect
on the gray areas...
The ones we can't take back
The ones we can't rewind
The ones that leave a taste in my mouth
and a tear in your eye
That place where there's no easy button or quick fix;
no pause, just play
Inside a world where your hand meets my face
in a less than loving embrace--
Then we kiss,
And make up
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