one word~sorry

those words

he said those two words.

you know them, the ones said to make up for the shit storm the thoughtlessness the attack.

those words that leave him with everything, that keeps him in control--putting me in a place of having to say, sure, it's okay... i understand.

he doesn't say; forgive me. that would admit culpability.. words that would let me feel he really was repentant, that my pain had weight. that one phrase gives me the power in choosing how i feel.

he said.. those two words.

and, as usual, i said...sure, it's okay, i understand--even though it isn't, even though i don't.