A Hundred Words

I have loved many

But only a few know 

I have envisaged many in my sleep 

And I relish our brief rendezvous 

I have disappointed some too 

And I apologize 

Some well-meaning intentions 

Got quelled even before they had a form of expression 

It was not you 

It was me 

For those who still hope,

Pray for a better man 

I wish you love 

I wish you joy 

I wish you life 

And I’d like you to know 

That somewhere beneath my skull 

Is a memory 

And that memory is you 

Written not with ink 

But the likeness of blood