Weekend Wordsmith 129. Knead

Weekend Wordsmith:
"Friday, December 4, 2009
129. Knead"

I wish I could touch you inside,
 somewhere where you remember me,
 where  you and I are the same....

That time is gone, isn't it?
 How do you make oxtail stew?

 I see your recognition.
 You see that I need you.
 You’re grateful. I can tell.
 You’re proud. You need me too.

 But it’s late for that.
Isn’t it?
  How do I do? How do I say?
 What can I do? I went away.
 I still love you.
 Though,  . . . goodbye.

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