Small Matters

Small Matters



In the empty silence, distrust fills my heart.
Could I have done more? Did my words not convince?
What part did I share in splitting us apart?

Unkind words that were spoken made us both wince;
pride overrode love – no "I'm sorry's" were said.
Such small matters loom with receding distance.

If I could go back, repair small wounds that bled,
would we have found healing needed to survive?
Surely, small matters mend when bound with love's thread.

Only in pale reflections can I revive
those warm memories when my heart was alive.



Notes
An entry for the March round of the "Invalid Item" 
Prompt: "What if ..."
Form: Terza Rima
The Terza Rima is a poem with an eleven syllable count in each line and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, dd.

Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise - are all equally welcome.

Ken