i'm tired of apologizing for every little memory,
just your mere existence,
frail little words broken by the side-looks given to me,
as if i can't help every little reminiscence.
they claim my apologies for wanting you...
meaningful words dripping off of my lips
sugary sweet in their own way, rising.. falling..
without so much of a clue
that all i was doing was missing... grieving,
simply just wanting you.
i'm sorry.