I apologize,
For leaving you broke.
You got too used to the wealth
Of my attention
You swam in the richness
Of my care
The aroma of my love
You sucked from the air I breathe
Through your gates of greed
You miss me…
Like a capitalist parasite
Craving golden flesh.
I bet you wish I cleared your balance
That I consumed your credit
With materialism taste.
That I left you in enough debt
To see the lesser gain
In losing me.
But you won’t.
Time never guarantees permanence
Time channels change
In itself, it moves
This time, I moved along with it
And left you empty
But even so, no amount of emptiness
Will equal the pain I’m yet to shed
Of being a gem stored in a paper bag
You wrote your name on
For lunch on any given day
Again, I apologize
Not because I pity you
But to share one last lesson:
That none of your apologies healed me either.