I read a poem today and I thought,
you would like this.
But then I remembered that you despise me
and I detest you.
And I was sorry
for a moment
that I couldn’t send it to you.
But what is there to be done about that?
Other than remind myself that you despise me
and so I detest you.
hate fate
no date as to when
now and then
separate fact from fiction
hmm… yes.
Poignant. Well executed.
thanks Roger 🙂
This I like