a short poem: April 28th

The Apology 


Some days I soar

wingless and wild through the daylight, 

a vibrant appetite for life keeping me dizzy

all day, all day.


But on some mornings,

dawn shaking me softly,

I wake to the ache

of absence

lean and hungry

breaking my body apart,

and my heart,

like an apology,

beating softly. 

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