This sadness in my heart;
This distance in his manner…
We’re together, but apart.
If I had only thought of this
Before I said that word.
But my tongue is in a slippery place
And once it’s out, he’s heard.
Oh, I have said, “I’m sorry.”
And he said, “It’s okay”
He even said he understands
Why I should feel that way.
But tiny words in anger
Escaping in the space between us
Can spawn huge tornadic forces.
That will batter and careen us.
Before they’re done, we’re aching.
We have wounds to tend and clean
And all because that word escaped…
The one I didn’t mean.