I sometimes feel like I go to bed at night and sorry comes with me, a soft whisper ready to exhale from the day that was. My shoulders can feel so tense from all the sorrys I have inside of me as I climb into bed.
As I close my eyes, it is there with my pillow, my glass of water, my alarm clock, my love; sorry for all that happened in my day and all that didn’t. It is a dull, quiet ache - so much so I don’t even notice it most of the time. As sure as I know my name though, I know it is there.