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The Apology
by Kate Ratliff
I would like to say
sorry,
for treating you this way
Sometimes I feel
a. confused – cracked, crazy
that my room is full of
pictures, photos, philosophies, psychoanalyses,
memories, and memos
but your square slumps, lonely
against the left side wall
b. stressed – scared, stupid
because every time our eyes meet
and our greetings float over
countless heads and pizza slices
I fear your parting thoughts go something
like this:
what. a. bitch.
But I do not want to make excuses.
Every passing day
runs too quickly
into the next,
counting down only gets worse and worse
until we are no longer friends,
or even acquaintances
As I increasingly hear that
- it will surely snow tomorrow -
my apology runs the risk of never
descending upon your ears,
or anyone else's.
And I just have to tell someone that
I am
sorry
11/15/2010 Posted on 04/04/2011
Copyright © 2026 Kate Ratliff
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/04/11 at 02:34 PM I really like how you put this thing together. It has a great attention to form that plays just the right amount of a role in the function. Nicely executed. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/07/13 at 03:07 PM This is so direct yet wistful, heart felt. I enjoyed how "your square slumps, lonely against the left side wall", and your alliterative feelings of "confused – cracked, crazy" and "stressed – scared, stupid". This is well thought out. Congrats on POTD> |
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