“Je suis désolé…” somehow
the words are not as hollow
when whispered into the
chilled, damp night of regret…
“I love you…” the words
tumbled from my lips
as easily as rain drops
abandon heavenly clouds…
” I mean it…” and I
think I did, at that
very moment, with
your hand within mine.
“Kiss me now…” your
soft, warm, wanton
lips brushing mine and
for a moment I believed.
“Take those off…” my
words caught between
wanting you and fearing
where we were going…
” Look at me…” as your
lashes tumbled to cheek,
I wanted you, all of you,
your body, your heart…
“I need to go…’ and you
didn’t look suprised, as
I slipped out your door and
I slipped out your life…
“You have reached…” how
many messages did you
leave? I stopped listening,
lacking the courage to hurt.
“Je suis désolé…” I was
not, nor could not be the
man you thought I was…
and forever I will be…
désolé
