words exploded in my head
I said nothing, knowing
their storm would have devastated you
left you more upside down
than you were
when you walked out the door

sorry is a word I never learned

impotent against
the internal rage destroying my heart
I let you leave
too proud to admit
any fault was mine
I did not get up from the chair
to plead with you from the balcony

I did not run to the station

I thought you had taught me about loneliness

I was wrong…


reasons why
[2011.5.1...a]
Katya’s Dew Drop Inn prompts
April 1—personal folly (something really stupid or silly you can admit to in a poem)