An Apology

I did not love you
because you are not the only one.
That street, on which we met,
Became a lover's highway,
That slowed with all its signs,
the bloody mess of human love.
Our union ,
A scar after a terrible wreck,
My lies,
the drunken driver
who dies in regret.
And you,
the unlucky passerby,
Busted bones, broken neck.

By Benjamin Soahlis

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Mr.Soahlis, you are fantastic.
I wouldn't mind breaking up with you, lol