original apology

It will take the weight
of ashes falling,
because it is soft,
taking its time
to hit you on the spot
without force.
If time ever expands,
I would like you to notice
its pull, its whisper:
"Hey, we've got a minute
to spare. See this graceful
surrender. Let us talk."
We could always hope
ours is a heart
that does not beat
only for ourselves,
but as how the bravest
of proverbs go,
what cuts is neither word
nor blade
but the silent truth.