To Those Owed

Love hasn’t gone

Just set aside

For a while

A failure to recognize

The adjoining

Rhythm of strings

And skins, wind

Tapping at the cusp

Of forgiveness

And the opportunity

To make amends

Begrudgingly, in the face

Of pride, a remedy

Those simple words

To acknowledge

And finally say

I’m sorry

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