16 months, The birth of an Apology

It was Tuesday, and I had just finished writing, and feeling a bit indifferent when I figured I should return a call. I called one, only to hear the voice of another singing desperately through the phone_
I literally went from indifferent to hollow. The words that ensued from the undead pierced my core as it ripped off the scab carefully covering the wound.

I had for the most part moved on; so, why unearth what was dead?

They were words of apology_ I miss you, I need you, I am so sorry to hurt you, I did so many things that were wrong, I am sooooooooo sorry, I need to talk to you, I apologize for EVERYTHING

This is where “I” get stuck_ “Everything”? Wow, that’s kinda big!

I would have settle for, “I am sorry I did not appreciate you when you were there; my actions were indeed deplorable, and yes, the loss of my mind was indeed triggered by my lust for 20 year old - mini-skirted females”.

But now, I humble myself_
I am older_

But at times I like to play with new things.

Will you come back to me, and be my NEW thing?