avoiding eye contact

in moments i think about pending apologies. but they're fleeting, i move on, as they probably would have too.

unrepentant, unforgiven.

life goes on. buried feelings of regret. unacknowledged pains. surmising the corrective action with unverified empathy.

but there will be that nagging signal. something silent, something wrong.

unfortunately, the effort to move forward flawed is more tolerable than unearthing all wrongs to end with a simple word:

sorry.

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