Write hard and clear about what hurts. - Ernest Hemingway
Apology
What do you do when there are no tears left?
Nothing left to say, for there are no ears to hear it.
How do you stop the bleeding of your heart?
There's no bandage large enough to cover the gaping hole left in my chest.
Why do I want to sit around with this pain?
Curl up with it like a blanket wrapped around me.
To assuage this guilty conscience I have?
To sooth the ache of the stark reality that I've not been there?
This pain feels like a punishment.
Just desserts for turning my back.
Walking away from everyone to avoid explanation.
And now no amount of confession will return you.
I am all cried out, all dried up.
Left here with a wound I can't heal.
I can't rewind, can't go back.
Just left with the guilty refrain of my heart...
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
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