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Sorry

Sorry I could not be there

Open my face

Surround you with lies

Comfort hides in disguise

And these are the masks

We carefully wear

Worn down

We bear them

For every occasion

Births

Marriages

And death

They keep us safe

A hearts distance

Out of arms reach

Love

I am sorry that I never told you these things,

About, what it is to live just beneath the surface

A breath away

Skin deep,

And yet

There is something left unloved

Like love.

And sorry, sorry, sorry,

So much left

Unturned unseen

These invisible things

My love, my love.

Yvette M Smith poet of uk

june 09

poem by Yvette Smith
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