an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Friday, April 17, 2009

Apologies

I smile,
palm to cheek,
"We all make mistakes".

Year after year
you can tell
my smile is fake.

Shuffled feet,
cheek to cloth.
Apologize.

Deep breaths
as ears take in
more lies.

Hearts collapse.
Cloth to palm.
You shrug and stare

at the floor,
where you left trust
lying there.

Eye contact.
Parted lips
release a sigh.

And with
palm to cheek,
"Goodbye".