Everyday

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

Everyday

Remorse,

and strong feelings

of regret,

I have thrown myself

down the stairwell,

again.

In hopes

of mending fences,

I have burnt bridges,

and seen the face

of truth,

in a birdbath

downtown.

Crumpled letters

from old friends,

fill my purse,

with nothing

but fear.

So I sip wine

in a park

on Sunday mornings,

waiting for the reactions

of the people,

I have left.

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Great job on this one :)

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Added on August 28, 2009
Last Updated on August 30, 2010

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