This song is more refrain than lyric,
a broken record of apologies.
You were right of course,
but it ceased to matter
when we picked at scabs,
when we bruised and battled.
when victory was silence
and a refrain of all apologies.
This song is just a makeshift grave
of broken promises, the endless
repetition of being wrong (and wronged),
of being married buried. Cured.
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June 10, 2017