Sorry is not an emotion they express

Sorry is Not an Emotion they Express

The pair of eyes that glow in the directed light

Mine cast upon its without a thought

The droplets of Wyoming rain that reflect on the sharp brown hair

That I want to comb so desperately, that I want to run my delicate hands through

The paws that rummage through whatever the furless own

The relentless teeth that tear through the Nana’s red checkered table cloth

The sweet melody of the harmonica’s tune is cast away

As the wretched sound of misery confronts our ears

In the dark of the night

He leaves unapologetic

With a trail of baked beans and ketchup