Slighted Apology
My words to you are formulated slowly, excruciatingly, drawn out.
I do not know how to make you understand and so
It all ends up in a jumble
Each word rushing over the next in their haste to escape my clumsy tongue.
In silence I wait
Regretful eyes trained to awkward toes
While you shove it all back down my throat.
Copyright © Caitlin Essenburg | Year Posted 2011
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