John C. Mannone
If only there could be a way
to make those words disappear,
unwrite them from your ears before
they find their way to your heart,
if only I could unpierce the flesh
of your trust caused by the 2-pronged
pitchfork vee in the word forgiveness,
the stuck-in-the-throat gutteral gee
that’s there when I try to say I’m sorry,
and the sharp chop of apology,
that also cuts into my own heart,
then maybe those ineffective pleas
for forgiveness, with their failed
balm, and their stinging antiseptic,
wouldn’t have to hurt us both so much.
Poet’s Notes: In this poem, I work with the sound of words as a play on how our words may sound to our spouse/significant other.
Editor’s Note: Ah, a lament that all lovers should understand.
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