Words hurt. . .
they splatter 
they matter, but sometimes they must be said . . .
they might nick and cut . . .
but when they are said, it’s over. . .
they are gone, but the memory remains
to linger, and echo. . . long after like a bitter refrain
No do overs……………….except sorry……………..to haunt!
(c) Evelyn Garone 11.8.12
The Oracle Of Ahwatukee . . . 