This is a poem I wrote to explain long periods of non-communications.
Friendships I read my book, it’s chapter last and put it then away; Intending to retrieve it soon and read again some day. But life is complicated, and days and weeks fly past. Of all the things I find to do, to read my book was last. Now my days are settled. I’ve done the things I must. I grasp the... Sign in to see full entry.