I once held her close,/
swayed gently. I could have grabbed/
there; glad I didn’t.
I don’t know what you/Thank you for granting/
me your apology. I’m/
glad you are happy.
The more I hear of/
other guys, the more glad I/
am of who I am.
Though writing’s painful,/
my musings should make you glad./
It shows we’re growing.
How can I stay glad/
and positive when my girl/
hurts with such deep pain?
I was glad about/
potential passionate phone/
talk, but now I’m scared.
On the first full moon/
night since the end, clouds covered/
the sky. He was glad.
I was so glad to/
be able to say something,/
I didn’t let you.