Sorry

Sorry. Such a sorry word

For all emotions that clog my throat.

A measly statement. Common. Cramped.

That rolls off trite lips by the rote.

‘Sorry, I didn’t see you.’

‘Sorry, is this your seat?’

‘Sorry, I forgot to get your books.’

‘Sorry, could you please repeat?’

I need a stronger word to say

I hated myself to cling on so.

But you brought out the best in me

And I was loath to let you go.

A word to say how much I rue

Against your wish I made you stay,

I knew you were too nice

To just get up and go away.

I was awkward, selfish, rude

Country bumpkin blinded by crown.

Sorry is too weak a word

For all the guilts that crush me down.

~30 April 2013