What do you do with an apology?
fold it and keep it in your pocket,
polish it and put it in a treasure chest,
taped it to your journal,
or burn it cause it doesn't have value anymore?

the damage has been done
catastrophic, a word that could describe it
the damage has been resolved
repaired in the silence of days
then is this apology exist just take it designated place?
or does that space existed as soon as the apology arrives?

encountering someone from a long-forgotten chapter
is not like starting fresh anew
but as if the finger that hold the pause button suddenly released
and your subconscious familiarize again with the surrounding
blending the gap of time

when the lump of suppressed rage
that's being ignited from time to time
suddenly taken away
neither glad or relieved
but feeling a little disoriented
a little shaken from the intrusion
"is this one of the time where i hallucinate of a resolution?"

Is it too late to grasp, or a moment i've awaited unknowingly?
tell me the answer,
for i can't think of a solution