I’m sorry

If only we were

sorry before it happened

and conserved some stock

of remorse to stoke

genuine regret, the

kind that eats its own

tumours with acid

and sharp teeth.

I’m sorry I didnt

mean it, it was just

an expression.


Life’s too short

For rushing

And ruing.

Let it run

Thick and slow

And rich and

Deep and velvet

Smooth over

Boulders and

Into cracks deep

To the bottom

And long down

The valley,

Silent and soft

And warmed

In the sun

And black

Through the

Night yet


With song


No rush

To rue.