bummah
I'm often apologetic
I find it hard to forget it
Instead I just let it
Leave me emotionally debted
Wishing I'd never said it
So I wouldn't have to regret it
Forget it
the horizon sank back
in humble respect
for the soaring figure
whose plumes only seemed to broaden
as the sun got smaller
with each tap
the rhythm grew
until dancing
was all we could do
for us fireflies in the jar,
the holes were never big enough
though we kept glowing
until the last stars faded