You never said sorry
And you probably never will
So why am I still waiting knowing that I’m waiting in vain?
I persevere out of the desperation to be consoled
Rather than out of a genuine source of hope
That maybe just one day you will
I won’t ask for what belongs to me
I won’t beg for what I deserve
I refuse to yearn constantly and be left empty
I refuse to be crippled by a mistake not forgiven
But I won’t refuse a sorry even if it’s late
Don’t think that you can cover it over with something material
Because the material of which my heart is made cannot be bought
A broken heart can’t be mended with empty promises and failed attempts
Don’t hide behind the merit of your actions
As if we communicate through interpretive dance
Speak!
I want to hear the words spoken clearly
As real as you are when you stand near me
As real as the pain I felt when you left me
As real as your apparent inability
To utter two simple words
‘I’m sorry’
I jumble all the phrases you’ve ever uttered
Hoping to find a complete answer
In this crossword that you’ve created with your crossed words
There’s no getting out of the maze of this word search
As I search hopelessly for those words
Which just…
Aren’t there
Now I feel sorry for you
Because you can’t see where you went wrong
Because your moral GPS is broken
So you’ve lost your sense of direction
And when I look in your eyes
The hurt multiplies
I carry your pain and I carry mine
So until your sorry unlocks the handcuffs that are tight enough to cripple me
I’ll be here waiting patiently
