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That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.
– Eliot in “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

When I hit you across your face
And sent you sprawling onto the floor
I did not mean to hurt you.

When I made little jibes
About your capabilities
And sneered at your accomplishments,
I did not mean to hurt you.

When I saw you sobbing
And turned away
Little caring for what I had wrought
I did not mean to hurt you.

When you walked out the door
The smiles wiped off your face
Forever,
I wanted to tell you-

I did not mean to hurt you.
I did not mean to break you.
I did not mean to push you away.

No.

That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all

 
 

My collection of poems “Yearnings” may be ordered online, here http://serenewoods.com/book_details.php?id=419
 
 

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