I saw the duty in your eyes,
The day on that truck bed,
You told me, looking at the pavement,
That you were sorry for you what you did.
You were sorry that you kissed me.
Sorry for God’s sake.
I accepted the apology,
Hoping it was a mistake you’d recreate.
I used to write.
I used to just look to you,
And be overwhelmed with things to say,
And quietness too.
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