Sorry

Even the sound is insincere, such a

poor low-register word that is easy to drop

onto a mess, a betrayal,

with the lightest, dullest timbre

but the swift absorbency of an arse-wipe,

the quickest way to tidy up and go on one’s way,

the most catholic of words, free gift of the confessional

to clean one’s slate.

What is sorry? 

only you know, until the next time, 

and there will be a next time

that’s for sure.

© Graham Sherwood 03/2019