Whatever
I’m sorry
The words I cannot say to bring closure.
Little broken pieces that would threaten to disturb the peace that is.
Our “Run to You” ran aground and ran its course
And “I’m sorry” turned up empty.
The two-bite swallowing of *whatever* we used to be -a slightly bitter pill.
It didn’t have to be this way.
But we know it did.
And in the end, it was.
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I understand your poem and I felt it long ago.
Not today and not for years. 🤗
Thank you.