I apologise for mumbling in the morning,
sleeping in the evening,
not coming home in the afternoon,
rushing – though it’s over soon.

I apologise for the stillness that I caused,
the echoes of us,
always crossing the line,
giving up before it’s time.

I apologise I’m not woman enough –
neither safe nor soft,
being present always,
just never with you.
I guess it was the best I could do.