I hugged you to bring you closer for one more last time, when I heard your whispers saying you’re sorry, you’re sorry and I ask you why.
All confused with my lips on your cheeks and my fingers through your hair I say that I simply love you and you apologise thinking you’re not fair.
Your guilt makes me then feel hurt, as I didn’t realise my hands are empty until I saw yours were full.
I can’t decide if you’re sorry because you are not sharing with me or because with my empty hands you feel relief.
I don’t care and I hug you tidier, I wish I never heard you whisper so I just try to ignore you, when you intrude my thoughts once again:
“I hope for everything to be better”, as a wish from you for me to get better, for us to get better, for the wind to finally blow my way and for the trees to grow and sway.
For everything to just be, like they do in your way.