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It's sitting by the overcoat, 

The second shelf, the note he wrote 

That I can't bring myself to throw away

It brings back better times

When you fit me like a perfect rhyme 

Now all that we talk about is blame

We might have had a mis-communication 

Maybe we got lost in translation

Or maybe we just had a bad day

And I just wanted to tell you 

Despite the things we could do 

I wouldn't have had it any other way

Reviews

[annabellee]

Really good poem, it's honest and flows very well. Especially loved the first stanza.
Well penned :)

[tyokon]

I liked this poem. It was simple, but universal at the same time. "All we talk about is blame" is a good line that gives light to the fact that people spend much of their arguments trying to prove who is right and wrong. The mystery of the note is something that stood out. There is a note in the coat, but you do not discuss what it says. I like that. The note does not need to be discussed, it says whatever the reader wants it to say. This makes the poem more universal.

[Wolfwind]

Everything that happens is part of the great puzzle that we are as individuals. Each event is important, bad or good as it becomes a learn lesson for us to learn and grow from. We will have our loves and we will have our pains. Each step is another step towards our destiny, a place not yet writen.

Great Ink!
Aaron - Wolfwind

[bobc]

Beautiful...well crafted...bob