Even the most sincere apology
will not turn you from your quiet anger.
And I have no sympathy left in me
for someone who treats me like a stranger.
In cold and sickness, health or warmth love must
calm fear, end irrationalizations.
My small, thin view threads already-worn trust.
Harsh, locked words and capitalizations
emphasize the sadness we have become;
Terrorize the dream that we were building
Justify each opposite truth, then one
by one (maybe just one) we feel guilty.
Even the delicate touch of my hand
Wont melt the ice where your stubborn heart stands.
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