Apologize To Myself
I didn't know your name was joy
something I never found in my toolbox
or between the medicine packs
in the kitchen cupboard
time to replace the wrong things
that I threw on the shelves of illusion
because a shy sun dares through the clouds
just now that I tasted sugar
at the end of bitter coffee
I must apologize to myself
I thought happiness
it was just another plastic word
created to sell insurance and refrigerators
when I saw your face smiling
through the windshield
next to the gas station pump
I already knew I was doomed
to our love's death row
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