Time has dealt its loss and now I find history
repeats itself.
I struggle against the binding thoughts of yesterday.
I‘m sorry for something that you did not expect in
your plan.
I‘m sorry for thinking I could erase the guilt you
traced with your hands.
Unprepared to dig myself a grave so shallow I hear
your voice apologize.
And utterance beneath breath steals me from acid colors
of lights and dreams.
Your scent is trapped on skin, tapped through wires.
This distance is killing you while patience seeps
through me.
I‘m lost again.
I‘m sorry for giving my heart out so freely.
I‘m sorry for.