It really doesn't matter who said the last farewell
Who left the net of safety, who broke the magic spell
It hurts in different ways, and it always will be sad
To know Perfection shatters, to feel so very bad
It's true, the one who scarpers from something that is gold,
Feels guilty and remorseful, even though their act was bold
Deep down that guilty feeling may never wash away
But the sun will rise each morning to create a brand new day
A day to feel just grateful for the graciousness of others
To appreciate their friendship now that you're no longer lovers
As years recede in time, as the waves creep back with the tide,
Remember how your heart pounded, when your smile was open wide
Wish love and safety always, and hope for future calm...
within one's own heart and soul completely,
Lest your spirit may be harmed.
Clare Grover Cotterill
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-really-doesn-t-matter/
