Trust not the Barkers Selling Friendship

I would that you were still approachable.

That I could say the things on my mind

In my heart…

Let you know, that with seemingly gleeful indifference

you Wound me daily;

but the invitation’s been rescinded,

the knowledge unwelcome'd,

and the stench of projected regret, guilt and resentment

bar entry to All with even the best of intentions.…

Errant Thoughts...

Wonders...

Does one need to master "the wheel" 
to escape it?

Not Juliette...

she held her breath too long.

turning Blue… she faded away into a discordant melody

waiting to be discovered by a writer of Love songs,

“waiting for a girl like you”;

a Muse wasted 

she held her breath too long...

and Died ...unremarked and unnoticed.