Twenty-five years
a quarter century
since I last held you
without guilt
without pain.
Twenty-four years
four and a score
since I last touched you
as a lover
as a friend.
Nearly ten years
just shy of a decade
since I last saw you
beheld your smile
touched your hand.
In all those years
passing seasons
I never said
never wrote
that I was wrong.
Twenty-five years
a quarter century
a long time to wait
for an apology.
I�m sorry.
