WDC18 Birthday Poetry Challenge Entries

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.

An entry for Day 11 of "Invalid Item" 
Prompt/Form: Terza Rima
Line Limit: 11