APOLOGY ( A Sonnet)
by Ken HarnischDid I bid you sweet adieu yesterday?
It would seem, in my glib retreat, I have
And I cannot find it in myself to say
That I misspoke, or was misquoted, save
Feelings I still hold locked up in my heart
And will not speak in public or in ink
Lest they dilute the words we spoke apart
And privately, both knowing that we think
They should be the last said which would atone
For the grievances of a fretful soul
Who pressed himself too loud and overlong
On yours, but made neither happy, or whole
As two like souls in other times would be
These are not those times; this is my apology
03/21/2003