September 11, 2008
By Josie Pesce, Astoria, NY

I tell you i am sorry.
But you are not.
You leave me,
In silence.
Walking off without a word.

Pass you in the hall,
You pass me.
No "hello".
Not even a glance.
I stop and look.
You don't.

A while back I forgave you.
For being stubborn,
And mean,
And not giving me one final chance.
I promise,
I promise i will not mess this up.

But still,
As you pass me in silence,
I am unforgiven.

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