The notebooks

Making sense

This is for you to take as you will,
things that could never be simple or clear,
but presented right here to take your fill,
this is for you, free from my fears.

Do you see who is writing to you?
Someone you thought you knew so well.
Yet the true memories, so obscure and few,
misunderstood, misdirected, behind un-noticed veils.

Nothing is left in, to dispute or correct.
All that was there I am offering you now.
Happiness, sadness, when I laughed and I wept
Treat this gently, be kind and see how

you let me feel fulfilled, given a purpose.
Happy that the waste left something not worthless.

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