I’m sorry, I meant to wait
Until you called, a little late.
But the weight began to climb,
No one here to share the time.
I reached out, unsure if you’d be there,
Hoping you’d return, beyond despair.
I didn’t want to see another face,
It felt so wrong in this lonely space.
Fortunately, you answered my plea,
An appointment set, a chance to be free.
With apologies shared, may healing start,
A journey together to mend the heart.
M.A.D. Works 