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Apr 2016
I look back on all of our conversations
and all I see are apologies.
They were all one sided.
Pleas, really.
They fell from my mouth,
and escaped through my fingers.
I lost them. They left me
to meet you.
The regret was everywhere.
I fell into its puddles often.
You said you were sorry once--
no, twice.
I will not apologize.
You fell once.
I got up twice.
If I dug deep enough maybe
I would find them again
and slowly take
my apologies back.
They shouldn't belong
to you.
Kate Ballalatak
Written by
Kate Ballalatak  St. Paul
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