The words hung in the air,
sharp and unmoving.
Time circled back,
but the wound stayed open.
No apology could reach this place,
no hand could smooth the edges.
Some shadows linger,
even in the brightest light.
The words hung in the air,
sharp and unmoving.
Time circled back,
but the wound stayed open.
No apology could reach this place,
no hand could smooth the edges.
Some shadows linger,
even in the brightest light.