We were young then,
kids really…unrefined;
awkward, selfish, ignorant, blind—
stumbling along toward destinations unknown
leaving behind a smattering of fractured hearts
on the shard-strewn road to adulthood.
I could blame it on our innocence,
youthful fear or ignorance
but nothing would be gained.
You and I were never meant to be,
just casualties on the pathway to maturity.
Yet, I'm sorry if I caused you pain.
And I, in turn, have not been left unscathed—
and so forgive the ones who’ve done the same.
For you, who from my past I still recall,
amid the many memories eroding
on the convoluted paths from there to here,
that we even crossed at all is worth our noting.
© Ginny Brannan 2018
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