Wading into a stream,
Letting my fingertips skim the surface
Compelling them to inhale
The words the water speak
Before
I am grasping
Desperately
To hold onto the waves
That seem to be rushing
Faster, the more frenzied my attempts become
Until my movements become sloppy
And the river becomes angry
Not just passing though my fingers,
But slicing them, like a punishment
That I deserve

I try to push my own words
Back down my fingertips
Anticipating that the line goes both ways
And maybe this will make you hear me
I hope you want to hear me
And that you can understand

But you’ve passed by me so fast
That I don’t even know if its you
Who I’m reaching for anymore
And my reckless attempts turn
To pathetic cries
Filled with sorry, and judgment
And shame
And regret
That I couldn’t hold on,
When you were right in front of me.

-Taylor


Never ruin an apology with an excuse.