Poetry No. 3

And When I Said I Was Sorry

Okay, maybe I was overreacting a bit.
Maybe more than a bit.
But you know what,
We're good.


And when I said I was sorry,
in a whisper
in a crowd
by your side
late that night,

I meant it.


And when I said I was sorry,
to my empty car
a weekend after
my happiest time
and your forgotten moments,

I meant it.


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