Thursday, April 14, 2011

14 April

TOO LITTLE TOO LATE
2008, 2011

When a mutual friend,
whom she had been just about to inform
that news of him
was the last thing she wanted,

told her that he had said, in reference to her,
“I so screwed up,”
she found herself aloof,
dispassionate, barely curious

which of his multitude
of indefensible actions
he might finally be beginning
to acknowledge,

and she knew for sure she was done with, over, gone.

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