Apologies

I let love wither,

no water for the tree.

I could have,

- couldn't I?

Easier to think

that it wasn't just me.

And it wasn't, but,

neglect is as painful

as an ax, eventually.

I'm sorry.

Perhaps a scalpel

would have been kinder.

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I ran off to the promised land

expecting a cactus flower

to bloom, found thorns instead.

I didn't hear her song,

the one she sang for me.

Somehow my mind

was elsewhere,

admiring the walls

or ceilings, I don't know.

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I'm sorry once again

for the pain I inflicted

I stand convicted,

and the love I found

was taken from my very bed,

sudden, unexpected.

So now I beg

forgiveness,

I promise to water

this new rose that grows

with love and trust

and faith, not tears.