It slips out of my mouth easily.
Pushes past my lips with little protest
And I almost forget the weight the words carry.
Easy as they go,
It’s hard to remember that
It
Hurts
When the silence that follows
Is louder than confession itself.
Or when memories start to fade like old photographs
And I’m left clutching the echoes of laughter
And the dust of words that used to mean more than an apology.