“I’m sorry,” he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand,
“I can’t believe I did that.”
“I should have never done it,” he whispers, his nose now pressed into her neck,
“it was never worth it,”
“she was never worth it.”
He smiles for a moment
that he let it come to this.
He pulls a blanket over them.
“I’ve never been sorrier in my life”
eyes chasing the ceiling fan.
“I hurt the person that meant the most.”
and adjusts herself into his arm.
“You don’t need to worry about her anymore,”
“She’s dead to me now.”
“I’m sorry” he assures her for the final time,
closing his eyes and preparing for whimsical dreams ahead,
“That was the biggest mistake of my life.”
* * *
I lay in bed that night
and brought the joint to my lips.
in the still of the night
if i could ever be more
than an apology.