Your cries of pain
began like the lightest drizzle of rain
to a loud rolling thunder in the sky.

By the time I heard the thunder,
it was too late.
Lightning already struck
and you were gone .

All that’s left,
are your pictures in my mind.

Over the years my negative faces
and words were very hurtful .

It’s was as if my words,
cut your heart with tiny paper cuts.
But as time went by
the cuts got deeper.

So now with every positive word I speak,
from this day forward,
fills the holes of your broken heart.