The love for which you strived was always
Beyond your grasp. You searched for love
And happiness, yet both were illusive dreams.
You tried to speak to me about the
Lonely emptiness you felt inside, yet
I was too involved in my own problems
To take the time to listen or to help.
I cherished your friendship and your smile,
But I never took the time to tell you
Just how much I really cared for you.
I wish now that I had taken then time
To let you know of my feelings for you.
Now that you have died, I can only hope
That you can somehow sense my love,
And forgive me for never having shared it.
Sept. 10, 1981
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