I’ll just let the bygones be,
I’m sure I’ll be a happier me,
A shot was lined up sure and true,
The shell, it would have flown at you.
I’ve felt every invisible jab,
Every damning conclusion,
Under that weight my shoulders do sag,
But never enough to turn my words to bad.
Instead I said the good I’ve known,
Even as I sat alone,
No friends of mine, no enemies,
I just speak of memory.
I heard so long ago,
“If you have nothing nice to say…”
Did you hear that?
Of course not, there was not a sound,
But what need do I have, to speak,
I’d rather just cleverly write it all down.