Yost Thoughts

05.06.98

Would you call me callous
dear friend of mine heart
if I called you
stable
my rock
my challenge
as I take a stand
rickety soapboxes
flimsy ideals
while you love eternally
this fool who has so abused your love
with seeming indifference
lack of passion
ignorance unjustified?


Would you love me still
if I admit to taking for granted
forgetting to lavish
words of caring upon your heart?


I thought it spoke volumes
yelled words of silent caring
that I wished time within your space
and to spend a million mundane moments
sharp darts
round balls
while we laughed and fretted and talked.


Forgive me if I forgot to whisper
all those hopeful dreams
unintentional cares
to your eternal patience
for love you, I do
and miss the man
who has always been my rock.