I waited ten years to grasp hold of a woman I knew was too good to be mine.
Back then, I had failed her. But I knew, somehow, someway, unknowingly to her, I’d find a way to make it up to her.
All the years in between, I watched her from afar. Keeping her safe, protecting her from the shadows that crept in the deep, dark of the night.
Then, out of the blue, she unraveled me with one sweep of her innocent little tongue.
The woman drew me straight toward all her light.
Is it possible to make up for the way we have hurt others?
I wonder if it truly is.
Can we undo what has already been done?
No. We can’t.
I know for a fact, we cannot un-say words that have been bitterly spoken by a deliberate slip of a tongue.