Regrets
she saw flowers,
where I saw weeds,
she built bridges,
when I dug moats,
goodness in the flesh,
looking in her eyes,
was kindness defined,
love personified,
an unrepentant sinner,
I was never fully able to reach across the divide,
my punishment,
to be separated,
and yet near enough to seen the pain in her eyes.
Douglas Polk
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