I am sorry.
I say it often,
But what does it accomplish?

It heals not the wounds of the past,
Nor does it prevent transgressions in the future.
It saves not the victim from the pain,
Nor does it save the transgressor the guilt.

So why do I say it?

Because I am scared to lose a person I care for.
Because I know I have done wrong by you.
Because I don’t know what else to say.

But what can I say?

I miss the way we held each other early that Friday morning.
It seems so long ago.
I miss the way we swayed in the dark in the kitchen,
Content to be together.
I miss the feeling of your lips on mine.

But what can I do?

I have tried, truly tried, to find some semblance of this again,
But it’s not the same as it was.
And I know you can see that, too.
Too often these trials only lead to more tribulations.

Why do you stay?
What for?

You hurt,
And I can’t help you.
You cry,
And I can’t comfort you.
You deserve the world,
And I can’t give it to you.

I am sorry.