Youth Got Mail

Her email was a bitter pill, She was no more my friend, I sat there mid a sudden chill I thought would never end... Her callous words ripped through my soul, Like lightning bolts of death, As if she'd lost all self-control And so I held my breath... I waited for a change of mind... Was that her final dart? Was there a second chance to find? Perhaps a change of heart? Then solemn days turned into weeks And weeks turned into years, Such that my heart no longer seeks A sad return to tears... So, I moved on, alone, of course, Regrets to bear like scars And though true love I'd once endorse, Remorse makes that a farce... The other day, I heard God's voice... He whispered soft and low... He said, 'My child, she made her choice... It's time to let her go...' Of course, I laughed at such advice, The idea quite absurd, But God gives time so we think twice And then obey His word... 'O.K., ' I said, 'I set her free... I pray You'll bless her still...' That's when I felt the Lord touch me To take away that chill... Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012.