You never answered when I called for you.
Maybe I did not give you enough time.
Maybe, years were not enough time for you.
I asked you to change them,
fix them.
Maybe you tried.
I asked you, then, because I knew they could not do it themselves.
Would not do it themselves.
Maybe it was us all along.
Was it us?
good god, was it me?
I am full of regret
was it me?
Even if it wasn't, I'm sorry.
and if it was, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I am full of regret.
I will wait for you to answer.
YOU ARE READING
Zoning out at Work Vibes
PoetrySometimes at work, the idea for a story or poem pops into my head. No one said I should write them down, but I've decided to try anyway. Maybe you will think it is awful, but I already love this. About halfway through, I begin to mix in some of my o...
