'I'm Sorry' Poem by Waseem Sherif

Cruel is the moon
To have lit this night.
Tears burned through my face.
She couldn't stand the sight,

yet she stood in place,
her eyes blank and grey.
With fear nurtured
by moonlight, I turned away.

in a moment of stillness,
tongues failed to articulate.
It seems we lost our language
along with dreams forgotten
in the purgatory of our wait.

A cloud covered the moon.
Together and eloquently,
we shredded the silence
by saying: "I'm sorry".