"i'm sorry,"
you muttered
with a solemn glance
but sorry does not make up for
tear-stained pillows,
3 AMs spent wide awake,
fluttering butterflies
that always led to
disappointment
it does not make up for
midnight anxiety,
conflicted thoughts,
the hopes that rose
only to fall
an abundance of stale apologies
do not make up for
the countless times i needed you,
only to be greeted by
a familiar sense of lonely