Argh Argh

So, I thought I couldn't write another sad poem.
And I am getting closer.
My format is laughable.
For a not rhythmic post.

I'm realizing the power of forget.
That everything has means for regret.
Thank god I made one rhyme.

I found a boy
Needle and thread
My silly unneeded closure


I'm getting my cliche sewing up
I feel whole when we speak
And when I know he is smiling and laughing
At the same time as me

I know
I love you
And I forgive you
And I'm sorry
And that we'll see each other again