Sorry

An apology.

Maybe I'm three hours away from the perfect phrase.
In time, it will come. But I don't have time.
This is not poetry. This is life. All I have is this:
You, sat, affronted.

I've been throwing words for fun again.

I'm sorry, I know you don't believe me.
Yes, but that's how it is.

No, I didn't think.
It was a bout of indolence hastened by boredom
Prolonged by indifference.

I forgot you feel, I'm sorry.

Talk to me,
Friend.
I'm back now.
Is it too late?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this feels of deepest sincerity...

and hopefully it is not too late.

[Geoffrey Spriggott]

Thank you Jacob. I hope so too.