accidents of the apology

so beautifully conceived,
my apology swirls–
around my head
and spills out mangled.

it had crashed into the pain in your eyes along the way.

along the way? what way?!
it’s all of two finger spaces between the limbic system and cerebellum
(barring the dip into the cerebrum to get it sorted
-what for, anyway?)

it had ran at first,
with wings of Hermes (the greek god no one heeded)
so fast, so sure

along the way-
it met,
a fragment of song
a whisper of hope

what a chance coincidence! it later told me
for when they bumped it st-stu-stumbled
and was never the same thereafter

it limped along – wary now –
of the second familiar stranger
they brushed
and warmth and smiles (such weightless wonders)
were added to its burden

it pulled itself forward
inch by inch
to the next one it knew was waiting.
this one was different; they didn’t Touch
but a look,     it swore,
was all it took
the third one didn’t need a hook

when it finally crossed the two cm sea,
it could barely move
so weighttted was it,
the former spark!

the line it was tasked to carry had grown.
on its own.

two seconds one takes to open a mouth, yet-
two years echo in the silence of words unsaid

the quivering apology whispered modestly
but alas it was no longer heeded, needed
(who wants a message mangled?)


a new signal had come along
fresh and strong;
it had learnt from its predecessors’ folly
two seconds the signal took-
and the mouth closed
with a final look.

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