I am giving up these useless arguments,
thrown at you when I think I know better.
You offer no resistance as I take a swing
and fall to the ground
looking around to see if anyone has noticed.
It's really quite embarrassing.
After all this time, it would seem that I would realize
you've been you throughout eternity
while I am young in this moment.
Let me make amends
for my rascally know-it-all ways.
Will you accept my heart as recompense?
It is broken, but wholly yours.
Carol Barrow
February, 2017
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