I’m sorry.
It clouds my mind with worry,
regret, and sorrow.
As I flashback to slamming the door,
the nightmare plays over
and over in the back of my mind,
and I hope it’s faded from yours.

Does it even cross your mind?
That door skimming your giant grin.
Have you even thought of it twice?
After the wind rustled your loosely curled hair.
Does it haunt your conscious
as it does mine?
When I realized what I had done.
 
I think about it quite often,
as hard as I try not to.
Just the thought
is enough to turn my aching stomach.
Remembering
like it was my proudest moment,
only it was my worst.

I can’t seem to shake the thought. 
Why am I unable to forget it?
It’s like a never-ending heart break
that is so eager to ruin my day.