ironyI gave you a letter;
you threw it away.

I gave you my friendship;
you pushed it aside.

I sent a dove to bring you peace;
you shot it with your gun.

I gave you my companionship;
you said you wanted solitude.

I gave you my love;
you said you didn’t need me.

So why then
did you try to kill yourself,
leaving behind a note
saying you had
     no friends,
     no peace,
     no love…

only loneliness?

©1981 Sharon Gerlach

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