That Bucket Which Tipped (I'm Sorry)

Forgiveness 
and apologies
filled that bucket
which tipped, spilled,
cascaded down 
onto me like
a small yet 
dense portion of
Niagara Falls, 
and filled my
world with
sorrowful change,
wake-up-middle-of
the-night-I’m sorry-
change.

I’m sorry,
forgive you.


 

charvermont

VT

20 years old

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