The Foreclosure

I am sorry,

I am.

I was wrong.

I was.

I am.

I did not need you to tell me I transgressed,

I misspoke,

I misstepped.

I did not need you to point out,

that I lost my breath,

my footing,

my way,

some time ago.

Those people who say it is never too late

are miseducated in the field of regret,

but I did not mean to do what I did.

I am worser for the wear,

cracked,

shelled,

in heat,

in heat of this disenchanted eve---

I am.