I am sorry
for those things I did
-distance, temper, embarrassments-
there is much that I regret
but the past is changeless
I cannot live there
and lug it like some crushing weight.
There is no room
for clinging guilt
in this ever-shifting present.
Questions mask demands
whose nature I cannot understand.
Dumb, quiet, and slow
I stutter through "how I am"
and never wished more for words
to fill the yawning void
of love- years gone
fleeting like the dawn.
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