An Act of Contrition

I apologized to my wife for making her feel bad
For making her feel less

I didn’t try to explain, I said it was all me
I said I was sorry about sighing and closing my eyes

I told her that I have wildly intense emotions
At the thought of certain things,

Things that happened, or might have happened,
Or might yet happen.

And you, I also apologize to you, forever,
For frightening you, for every assault of words

A deep injury to your compassion
When your soft self was wandering.

Say you forgive me
And that man will go missing

Maybe stabbed through while sharpening a knife
Or devoured by his own conscious beasts.

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