By MF Charles
Years slipped along carefree we went our own ways
secrets were passed jokes jibes lunchroom laughs
a bridge was crossed rough humor unbalanced unshared
hidden damage truly meanness in innocent hijinks
at another’s expense from a sham friend clearly now wrong
lost opportunities for unsaid apologies a chance forfeited
regret at last for any delayed healing final redress lost
orphaned thoughts. orphaned words. orphaned deeds.
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MF Charles, (he, him), new to writing poetry, lives in Waverly, Iowa. Retired, he spends time writing poetry and publishing, gardening, and in community service. He has published in Duck Head Journal, Last Leaves Poetry Journal, Last Stanza Magazine and a few others.