"in english we say sorry, but in poetry we say..." (prompt) i left fingerprints on your silence not knowing silence bruises too, perhaps even deeper, and each word i never spoke echoes louder than the ones i once did. i carry them like rusted coins, pocketfuls of "should have," pressed flat by the weight of time. we say: the night remembers what i forget how i stood still while you unraveled. how my hands were full but never with you. guilt is the ghost that sleeps in my chest, turning dreams into confessions. we say: forgive me, not for what i did, but for what i didn’t do when it mattered. forgive the version of me that watched the house burn and warmed his hands by the glow. in english we say "sorry" a bandage word, too small for the wound. but in poetry, we kneel in metaphors, bleed into stanzas, and pray the ink will be enough to get forgiveness. ❤️