these apologies seem weightless as they dilute in my breath
and dissapate into the freezing air that seems to
turn your deceptions into little white lies.
we fall into the river and struggle for breath,
dying to get upstream so we can die together.
if you promise you'll think of me once or twice,
i will try and remember you for a second or two
but i can't promise anything anymore.
we scribbled out fall in colors that
don't show up on paper and make the river into glass,
leaving us trapped.
so we ran to the edge of the earth and jumped
but the depth of our apologies left us floating.
i guess i'm not sorry.