Compunction

 

I don’t know what I was to you.

I don’t know if you care.

But I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

 

I can’t ever take it back,

And it’s too late for amends.

But I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

 

For what I did to you,

And for what you've done for me.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry

 

That all I have to say

After all is said and done

Is that I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

 

I regret it every day.

Reviews

[kamikazebuterfli]

regret can cut like a knife

[Micheal Teal]

Your honesty is breathtaking. This speaks to the heart in an authentic and evocative way. You have created a simple yet profound poem. I honour what you have accomplished.