I would have thought you'd find a way
To say 'Sorry'
Making it a tossed lasso
To land around my neck
Pull me back
To the corral of calmed conversation
Where friendship was a shared stall
Rather you dusted off your hands
Placing them deep inside your pockets
Fiddling with coins and so unaware
Of the missed opportunity
To saddle up and say the right words
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