To say, “I’m sorry” to the air
the thin air, against the weathered stone
cold as bone that you are always
never permitted to speak again
to move those saintly smiles through
and through you are grinning at the void
and lost, where I will not meet you
because I was lost in myself
enough to forget you
and no simple word in sadness will meet those muted ears
or sun swim in those stony eyes
to be closed like a book once read
never opened again
no more soft words to follow
no more aches in your ache-beaten back
you have fallen to the side of sleep
and only dreams of silence will take you
far from me, and my endless apologies
like fire in the sea
I will pray to the wind
and find flowers
for my failure
In all our million days
dusk to dusk
like an open wound you will smile again
and like death itself be forever.
Sometimes "I'm sorry" comes too late