There Were Several Apologies

Have I interrupted?

Did I dare to intrude without knowing

despite the writing on the floor?

I thought I was meant to explore.

I thought there was something more.

But I entered as if my page was unintended.


Have I disrupted?

Should I have known the pieces to play?

You’re shouting “checkmate,”

but I wasn’t aware of my place on the board.

A bleeding heart seems to make you bored

as if my aching was only a distraction.


Am I the martyr?

Did I become the cause to nail up?

The practice in archery dressed as an apple,

and your tells are firing imperfectly perfect.

Whatever disaster I witness in my chest,

you’d rather blame on me and I don’t fight it.

( ❤ Mitch)

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