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anatomy of an apology
the seconds turn into minutes turn into hours
sunrise becomes high noon
as I look out the window
the day passes by
time: limited
the clock: on a countdown
to our next goodbye
finally the phone rings
signalling his return
he is a ray of light, he is
moving a million miles an hour
my silence does not go unnoticed.
when he asks, I reply
blinking back tears
as the words tumble out
heart: racing
hands: shaking
with anger and shame
he listens. arms wrapped
around me.
silent, he listens
until I am finished
everything stops, the clock making room for us
as he kisses the tears on my cheeks
and slows my erratic pulse with a few words
time: ours, again
heart: his, always
in daylight and moonlight and beyond
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