If you’re reading this, I forgive you
for being you
for your silence
for your page never turned anew.
___
If you’re reading this, I forgive you
for being you
for your words
that linger, your quotes tattooed.
____
If you’re reading this, I forgive you
for being you
for your actions
unwelcome like topics taboo.
___
If you’re reading this, I forgive you
do you?
savtheseer 
Sitting in my familiar chair; so foreign,
I think of years ago.
The world – it’s like my chair,
Just more so.
What has happened to this place?
A welcome world has grown sterile in the light.
I retreat to my memories.
Yes, here I find salvation.
Here I find solice in the night.
Bad poem. But, I love yours. Life made me think of you. Drink made me think I was artistic.
LikeLike
You should write more, that is lovely! Hope everything is well with you 😊
LikeLike