An Apology for Not Doing Anything Wrong This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.


I'm sorry that memories of
   youraffections
were
   smeared
off my hand by
someoneelse's sweaty hand.
I didn't even see you until the echoes of my own voicehad
faded away.
Though I feel as if
your name
may stain meforever;
my palm has, as of late, become rather crowded.
And so I feel youwill become
   blurred and hard to read,
Lost
amongnames of better handwriting and brighter colors,
Something that evenlate-night phone calls
and satin compliments
can't repair.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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