Thinking of you.
Will never forget.
Perhaps, a guileless covering of one’s own self-imposed regrets.
Like a forgotten cluster of acorns…
Someone’s pride, erratically displayed.
I am not above reproach.
A reckless diplomat with false integrity.
A wanton product of nature feeding on ‘thankful, it is not me.’…sincerity.
In retrospect during sun filled days.
A docile blanket of remorse covers me.
Attentiveness rolls in like a mysterious storm…
And, astutely, will not get out of my way.
How long has it been since I’ve said,
What I mean…
Mean what I say.