SORRY

There were many chances I could say this, but I didn’t.

It’s not in my dictionary… I don’t know what it is or how to say it…

I rebelled… I loathed you… even misjudged you.

I’d look back at the times when you were always there for me

But I just pushed it aside. I was too busy catching my dreams

Even leaving without knowing you were waiting.

I should have called, I should have said it but I didn’t.

You had fallen ill from an illness I never knew you had

Your voice hoarse than usual, and that was the last I ever heard it.

The day I had took that test you were lying in the hospital bed wishing I’d call

I was busy then, studying all night I knew I should have called.

As soon as I placed that pencil down, I knew something was wrong

As if something was missing, something… a part of me… dying

Whenever you asked me to say it, all I’d say is

“I’ll only say sorry if you change your name to sorry, if you do I may reconsider…”

I know that was foolish, I really regret I hadn’t said it

So now, here I am falling head over heels saying sorry.

Author's Note

free write poem during our poetry session in class :)