I'm sorry for my hand squeezing your shoulder.
I'm sorry for the crossfire produced by our eyes.
I'm sorry for an advanced lamentation, the hugging of our thighs.
I'm sorry for awkward rides my spinning makes - you revolve around mine.
I'm sorry for starting our days without caffeine or ending the day with shouts.
I'm sorry for tomorrow too, I wouldn't be welcoming goodbyes.
I'm sorry for the cursors pointing northwards, different skies.


Maybe then our apologies could collide.