Apology

I whisked the heavens for a soothing sign Swirled moonlight of Luna’s crescent smile Searching for redemption's last sinew That a wounded love faithfully clings to I asked the stars for strength of sterling sight To illuminate the missteps of a fractured mind Trapped in a glass garden of Eden’s broken heart Fragrant pieces of her sorrow carved into mine I tasted the poison of regurgitated resolve Memories marinating on the tip of my teething tongue But forgiveness does not dangle on unspoken words Which need not be poetic, but merely heard