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Four Years Too Late

I think I owe you an apology
An apology that is perhaps four years too late

I'm stammering and fumbling
Mumbling the words I simply cannot say

In my pockets I carry to many IOUs
I've lost track of the times I beguiled you

The murmured whispers of me were true
You should have walked away before you knew

And now I am the battered and the bruised
Wishing I had never pulled away from you

So here is my apology four years too late 
And not one year too soon

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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