I'm sorry, she said, blinking
as she stepped away from herself.
She could see the two of them
standing there, speaking, but
she separated, pulled apart like
taffy, like two strands frayed
on the end of a stick, snapped
from a tree branch. Still green inside.
Still green.
Don't be, he said. Don't be sorry.
It's not necessary. Not worth being sad,
certainly. He looked
sincere, so she smiled,
lips pressed tight together, hoping
He wouldn't open her up
Standing still, so she wouldn't slip
and show him how she separated
when she had to say she was sorry
So sorry.
deep. very deep.
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