Sorry is
a reflex, a word in
cluding all
regrets for
ever, past and future, large,
tiny, unnoticed–

What was done,
what should have been done–
can we know
what will sprout
from mistakenly planted
words, expectations?

Should I take
back those seeds, wish them
gone, destroy
what was born
when unknowing became theft?
Who will unsing those

Songs?

The NaPoWriMo prompt for today is “to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen”.  I’m very quick to say sorry, but there are always layers of meaning underneath.