Origami of Apology
You’re
one hour
late, but
I’m waiting
for you on
the wrong
corner
anyway.
My mistakes
fold unto
themselves.
Do you see
this is
still beauty
I want you
to hold?
Folding, folding,
I check the
clock, impatient
for the return
of your feelings.
Cornered wrong,
my hands in
satin-lined
pockets.
