To the man
I wanted to let in
as a friend,
it's no sin
to be human.
Know
its not all you.
It's the sin
of my first kin
that keeps me
from letting you back in,
Again.
I'm sorry.
You're sorry.
We're sorry.
We're are but human.
Maybe one day
we will see each other
for the brokenness that connect us.
One of us already does
but is too busy writing her regrets.
to share them where they matter most. . .