It comes clear – as window glass freshly shined
to find fault and blame another so quickly
not stopping to see the depth of pain defined.
It comes clear – as cloudless sky on breath of day
to give no benefit of any doubt judging harshly
not offering consideration of what she had to say.
It comes clear – as ice melting in noon sun’s beams
to take all another gives never offering any fair return
not hiding the truth that with you, nothings what it seems.
It comes clear – as star filled sky on summer’s quiet eve
to disregard so many years past without regard or care
not considering the gifts of care and friendship once received.
It comes clear – as shattered window glass – now left behind.
kq 4/27/2004 revised 10/2013