To you, I owe an apology.


Is it the right time to say sorry?
How would I ever know for sure?
I can only hope for it to be.

But then again, is there ever a right time?
Is your life so futile;
That I for one can swing in and out of your conscience at my will?
How can such a self centred being, be called human still?

To err is human, they say;
How are we to know whether that very idea is a mortal sin?
Justifying actions of one's will, has and will forever stay.

So let's clear the air,
I made a mistake;
I made a few more,
And I apologized, not once.
Will doing it now mean that we will again a bond share?
Or will it be just me rekindling in your heart that painstaking ache?

I refrained fearing the latter, I could argue;
But you'd know that wouldn't be true.
I pacified myself that, time would my errors forgive and forget;
Little did I know that the whole of me would vanish from your head;
I so wished for it to simply be the actions I regret.

Now a stranger beckons you forth for a talk;
It is by no means a pleasant excuse.
Peace we seek in this ignorant truce.

But on dreamy nights, when I with an unclear head see your smile,
I ask myself, "How cowardly have you accepted this dreary exile?"
Things could have been much different.

For all that you sacrified for me, a stranger now;
For all that you helped a stranger with, a loved one then;
I owe you my dear, an apology.

But shouldn't it be a lot more I owe?
Or, is a string of words enough?
Who am I to know?
Also, is it the right time to say sorry?
How would I ever know for sure?
I can only hope for it to be.....

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