Apology / Poem

A poem about apologies:

recycled words sit in my mouth / grate like sandpaper against my tongue / I’m sorry / only they are not my words / but what everyone else is whispering / I pick up apologies and carry them home / they marinate in the kitchen / but they do not hold flavour / no matter how long they are in this house / they will never be mine / they form on the ceiling of this house / roof of my mouth / I throw them out / spit them out / and they sound like you / they will always sound like you / I am sorry

Sarah xx

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