When Sorry Isn’t Nearly Enough
What’s left to say or do ?
When Sorry Isn’t Nearly Enough
I held your name too soft to speak,
as if the wind might overhear,
a whisper stitched with all I broke,
and all I didn’t see, or fear.
I watched the hours sink like stones,
too proud to bleed, too slow to bend.
My hands were full of empty words,
and silence dressed up as a friend.
Regret is sharp, and never still.
It turns each memory to glass.
I see you clearer now you’ve gone,
and choke on chances I let pass.
There’s nothing left that sounds sincere,
no magic phrase to make it right.
Your trust was gold, I spent it cheap,
then lost the map back to your light.
I’d tear the sky if you’d forgive.
I’d carry fire, walk through storm,
but all I have are worn-out lines,
and ache that never will transform.
So if you leave, just take the truth.
Don’t let my shadow follow near.
You gave me more than I deserved,
and all I gave you was this tear.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
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This is heartbreak in its purest form—quiet, remorseful, and achingly honest. “Your trust was gold, I spent it cheap” cut deep. You’ve captured the helplessness of too-late apologies with stunning grace.
This was a gem, Marie. Another one for your gem book. Full of such deep emotion and the last line makes you almost want to cry. I loved it 15/ 10