Apology in the Language of Stars

I misjudged you, my closest light,

A jewel I held, but marred its shine—

Let envy’s shadow twist the night,

And cast your loyalty into doubt like rain.

 

Your silence spoke where my words ran wild,

A tempest brewed in a heart unwise

You stood steadfast, though I turned fierce,

While pride, a thief, stole truth from my eyes.

 

Recall the times you anchored me,

Through storms I never asked to weather.

Yet I hurled accusations, sharp and brief,

And called your kindness a fragile tether

 

Forgive me—for I’ve traced your name

In constellations, steady and true,

Each star a memory of your grace,

While I wore the dark of my guilt like dew.

 

Let me mend what my haste undid,

With hands humbled, and a heart now wise.

For you are the lighthouse, I, the lost ship—

Bear with my drift, guide me through the crisis.

 

No words can fully right the wrong,

But know this: I’d give the sun to rewind,

To trade all my regrets for one more walk,

Where your trust and mine are threads intertwined.

 

If ever love could speak in apology,

I’d let it drown the world in its plea:

You are my north, my steady sea.

I misjudged you once… but never again.