623 Forgive Me [24 July 2004]

Here do I stand.
I beg forgiveness
for believing something
I shouldn’t have.
I apologize for the sighs,
the smiles, the looks of adoration.
You may see them still.
Forgive my foolish heart,
for it knows not what it has done.
Forgive my loose lips,
for speaking out of turn.
I shall not call you,
though my fingers will itch
to dial the numbers.
You will never see my face,
unless I, by accident,
have to come out
or have to do work.

I apologize.
Do not ask any more questions.
Do not walk me to my car,
for I will misread these
and I do not want to put you through
the foolish admiration of a fat girl
who has never known such kindness.

I shall miss you.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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