Remembered Regrets
An argument over the t.v. remote,
led to spewed words from a
hateful place. My apology
could never live up to my regret.
I’m sorry, Brother.
Woken with a start after
falling asleep writing
my secrets. I know
you would not
read from my pages.
I’m sorry, Dad.
Tears and disappointment
dirty your face,
after the report
card tells of my built up
white lies.
I’m sorry, Mom.
Perhaps you have forgotten, but I won’t make that regret.
I am always afraid to write down my secrets;0) But it makes for interesting writing. I felt your regret in each section.
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