Random Leaf #870 precisely cut

I apologized,

for it was

what my soul demanded.

My voice was steady—

lowered,

weakened.

Not the usual way

I would go on talking

of things both trivial

and of consequence.

It felt as though my soul,

like a dam, had cracked—

words spilled out,

and it hurt me more.

I apologized for what I did,

and I—

I didn’t mean it.