The Apology That Came Too Late
The Apology That Arrived After the Wound Closed
I finally said I'm sorry. You weren't there.
I hold words that slipped through my fingers years ago, turning them over like smooth stones in my palm. I remember the silence that met me then, and I keep it company now. There’s grace in regret, if you let it settle without noise.
What I'm Into: cold tea, the space between chairs, mornings that never came, whispers that went unheard, the scent of rain on old paper
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