I’m sorry

When the bus door, bathroom door, bedroom door closes, there you are.
The pain resurfaces and the tears threaten to roll.
I sneak a moment of sadness so to not dispel my acceptance.

There you are. Seeping out of me. The love you brought me. Now the sadness you bring me. And I miss you. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there. But wherever you are now, I hope you can feel my love. Because my love feels for you.

  • Author: MaryVic (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2020 09:06
  • Category: Friendship
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