I let you down. It was a small infringement upon our love, but one I can't forget. |
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This MorningThere are many kinds of abuseand I abused you this morning Letting you face the day more tired than I, who stayed in bed When I knew you anticipated a tough meeting and might have wanted support, or at least words And I elected sleep, or what served for sleep, to send you off wordless |
![]() This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |