Delayed apology…

I am sorry
for the words I didn’t say
Stubborn, self-centered
when you needed a friend

And I am sorry
for when my words turned to knives
Slicing deeply
into the blast zone of your heart

I am sorry
for too little and too late
And for the fact
that you’ll never hear these words

I forgive you
though you’ve never asked forgiveness
I cannot go on
with this resentment in my heart

I am sorry
for my barren insufficiencies
for my lack of knowing
of how to thank you for everything

I am so sorry
for my pride, so foolhardy
for the poison on my lips
for the inferno in my soul

I am sure you know
that I always did my best
Please rest assured that I know
you always did the same

I’m not sorry
for being who I am
but my soul laments
in the echoes of this grief

I can’t be sorry
for the fires of my being
but I am sorry
for consuming you alive

I am sorry
for taking so long to say
That the truth is that I love you
There’s no other way to feel

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