Time's Up
“That’s your apology clock,”
He said to me in a moment of truth and weakness
Under seven shooting stars
Spinning madly in the moonlight.
Opening our eyes and sharing our hearts:
Our map had mistakes.
I’m sorry.
I asked if he thought it was too late.
“It’s never too late.”
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