He was sorry for the way he treated me. Never meant for me to cry.
Sorry for not being there, the way he should.
For the tears and pain that couldn’t be erased.
He was sorry he failed seeing the treasure God gifted him years ago.
He asked me to show him the way back into my heart.
To trust once again a fool who lost his way.
I told him, I don’t know. I need time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem