How can you say those words
After all you have done
Your eyes tell the story
So put down my strings
I know you were hoping
I‘d pause and repeat them
Then you could feel better
About all those things
It seems you’ve forgotten
Two words are still missing
The ones that bring healing
And matter the most
A simple I’m sorry
In your case a handful
But it’s much too late now
Those words won’t come close
For I’ve come to know you
With time as my teacher
A witness to cruelty
That trampled my trust
Let go of my hand now
There’s no place for you here
Your mettle is twisted
And covered in rust
-Rondym Kiefe