Apologies

Time has dealt its loss and now I find history repeats 
itself.
I struggle against the binding thoughts of yesterday.
I'm sorry for something that you did not expect in your 
plan.
I'm sorry for thinking I could erase the guilt you traced 
with your hands.

Unprepared to dig myself a grave so shallow I hear your 
voice apologize.
And utterance beneath breath steals me from acid colors of 
lights and dreams.
Your scent is trapped on skin, tapped through wires.
This distance is killing you while patience seeps through 
me.

I'm lost again.
I'm sorry for giving my heart out so freely.
I'm sorry for