Monday, 6 December 2010

the apology

You knew it was selfish when you said the words

and you felt them drop
echoing hollowly
in the chasm you'd created

And for all that you expected the emptiness,
there were still mascara stains on your pillow that night.

But you'd say those words again if you had to.
Because sometimes, it's not about dealing.
It's about finding a way to let go.

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