So how do I apologize for that one minute?
You call me and tell me it's been a long while,
I hear your gentle voice and agree as I smile,
We talk about life, and you complain how less you see me anymore,
I hide the embarrassment, and a list of cover-ups I pour,
I try to make my way out but then I hear it,
I hear that sob that escaped your lips,
My throat constricts at the tears that dripped,
I purse my mouth shut, and listen to you weep,
Gripping the phone tightly, I'm unable to speak,
I sloppily try to make it up, and you shush me goodbye,
Staring at the black screen, my chest still tightened,
Follows that one minute with my indecisiveness heightened,
Swallow the guilt, or do I make that stride?
Pretend things will fix themselves or jump the height?
Taking a leap, I risk it and risk it right,
The look of surprise, the heartfelt embrace,
But I won't forget that minute of disgrace,
Unable to wipe the grin or the guilt off my face,
My silent apology, hoping you'll hear.
