Apology

 


  I cannot grant
      forgiveness
            as easily
   as you bestow 'sorries'.
     My words hold weight,
     they have meaning,
   unlike any 'sorry'
    you have ever spoken.
 You kneel at my feet
    to plead your
      regret.
   Now you see 
    what you have lost.
 what you threw away.
    Now you feel
  the absence
      of something
     truly spectacular,
        and rare.
   You lift your eyes to mine
        you whisper
            you beg
          and I turn away.
     'Sorry' isn't currency
     accepted by this broken soul.
       And forgiveness costs
              far more
      than any atonement
         you offer
             on bent knee.