I didn’t see, I never heard
The silences lengthen.
I never noticed that you had drifted
From out of my embrace.
I never missed your gentle caress.
I never stopped to consider,
I never stopped to just care.
When did we stop dreaming together,
When did I start building walls.
I didn’t see, I never heard
Until I heard the slamming door.
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Originally Published 27 March 2015
Made of sticks and stones 
This represents so much of what I am feeling at the moment. So beautiful.
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Thank you Jessica. I think it was about an hour before I posted this piece that you posted your beautiful piece of the same name.
It shows that there is always someone else in this world that can empathise with any situation.
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Yes exactly. It is always nice to know your feelings are not alone in the world.
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It’s always this way….
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Yes it can be
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