Apologies in a Cold Room
The Cold on my feet
As I walk to your fate...
The lump in my throat
As I hold in your tears...
The numbness in my body
As I think of your feelings...
I'm sorry.
He comes in,
Asks me if I'm ok.
I say I'm fine,
But I know I'm not.
I'm sorry.
As he prepares
To rip you out of me,
I think of our almost future
...
Me holding you,
Wiping your tears
As you cry for the first time.
Taking you home.
Waking up to find you
crying for me
...
But now you're gone.
I know you can't
Understand, but,
I'm sorry.
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