Sean Redenbaugh

Poetry

Latent Love

With broken chisels in your handYou stare at choices etched in stoneAnd now my words you understandYour graveyard of regret has grown

And just as I had promised soYou’re left with all you lackToo late to let your feelings showYou’re longing to go back

But I have since forgotten youThose memories I’ve releasedYour change of heart is overdueAnd my Love for you deceased