Time has dealt its loss and now I find history repeats itself.
I struggle against the binding thoughts of yesterday.
I'm sorry for something that you did not expect in your plan.
I'm sorry for thinking I could erase the guilt you traced with your hands.
Unprepared to dig myself a grave so shallow I hear your voice apologize.
And utterance beneath breath steals me from acid colors of lights and dreams.
Your scent is trapped on skin, tapped through wires.
This distance is k**ing you while patience seeps through me.
I'm lost again.
I'm sorry for giving my heart out so freely.
I'm sorry for