Nov 11, 2021
That night, the sky was cloaked in stars.
Our arms brushed as you listened,
Embracing confessions once sealed behind my lips.
I didn’t appreciate back then, the grace with which you held them.
Your blue car, like a white horse,
Your presence, like the noble knight who rides it,
Rode away,
When I let you escape,
Through the phone line,
Separated by states and time
And taking you for granted,
The kind of regret realised only in hindsight.
This is my apology for the little I gave,
When you gave everything to a girl who didn’t know what she wanted.
-D-
