They say absence makes the heart fond,
so why don’t you get lost tonight?
Escape! Don’t look back, but beyond
& please don’t say you feel contrite.
Don’t think of what you leave behind,
I can take it. Not invested.
My heart’s intact, ruled by my mind.
Apologies? Not accepted.
Fireblossom has the Real Toads channelling our inner opposite to write poems that do NOT reflect our true feelings. Yikes.
Also, this is Poem Number Three of 30 Poems in November to benefit the Center for New Americans. Please click through and consider sponsoring me. Just imagine the brilliant verse to come!
