Living speculations curtail apologies,
Thus it’s better to define loneliness
I am studying the outlines
Of these phantom limbs-
Imagining boundaries containing
Where I touched her once:
Atop bed sheets, because insecurities
And we agreed that happiness
Was a dime store purchase.
Such romantic contemplation
Blankets how it really was.
Forgiveness no longer obliges.
And so I apologize to empty bed sheets,
The silence acknowledging that heavy words
Are full of genuine significance
And nothing else.