She doesn’t mean it <br />Her voice is hollow and tired <br />But he misreads the sadness in her eyes <br />He thinks the hope has died <br />But instead it’s all the years she’s tried <br />To repeat her words again and again <br />Only to hear them become ever quiet <br />Falling into the well of the same <br />To become an echo of what they used to be <br />Giving way to eternal obscurity <br />If only he’d jumped <br />When her words were fresh <br />As they quivered down his spine <br />Before time <br />had worn them out.<br /><br />Jayne Downing<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/misreadings/
