I will trace your tears through the meteor shower, through the footsteps that you followed, through the hands that you held, through the hearts that you broke, through the marks on your skin, through the lost and found columns, through the moist flower placed in you books, through that crossed out name, on every page. I will trace your tears that will lead back to me. And say what needs to be said. An apology. An apology that you never got. An apology that you deserved.