May 31st.

There are moments when I realize 

All the things

And sometimes, they become those moments

Where I want to say 

All the things, 

By way of apology.

 

But sometimes, in the silence 

It’s all said - 

I’m sorry - silently echoing in the universe abound 

And in those moments of silent screams

In a silence quite this loud 

The only fitting apology.