Coward
I seek the warmth of a fire ember making its stable square shape
The heat of the moment
The weight lifted from me as smoke rises up.
The apology screams from my fingers but can’t make its way off my tongue
As if I need to keep it inside me in order to feel alive
But I am not alive
I’m trapped
When you’re alive
Without hearing those words
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