don't tell me you're sorry.
apologies don't matter.
it hurts; so I can't open up.
even though I have things i want to say or explain...
my eyes will lower to my fumbling hands.
my mouth will shut and cease to function.
you'll call my name, in worry-- regretting.
I'll back away, withdrawing-- reverting.
my heart will build walls higher than Jericho:
I won't speak a word.
I won't look. I won't move...
except to take the steps away from where you stand.
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