An Unadulterated Apology

By Debahuti Borah

Barely walking to make it home

And take you in my arms

Before the last cigarette lights out

Before the last minute fuzzes out

To tell you I was sorry.

To tell you I was sorry,

For the glass-dust I blew into your eyes

For the screaming on stormy nights

For the echoes you were made to hear

For the tiny cuts you had to bear.

Unfair, life was, to me,

Also, unfair, I was, to you.

Your pretty hands nurtured

Unfailing attempts of love

In the soil, but I let the weed grow,

I let the weed grow.

How would you turn,

Towards me, or away,

If I took this second (and not waste another)

To say that I was sorry?

Would you take my love to heal?

What if I told you

That I was sorry,

Would you look once to see how

My hollow heart reverberates

In a purple glow

With hope of a lavender prose

Smeared with unadulterated hope?

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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'My Sincerest Apologies'

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