I Will Not Say I Am Sorry,

Words Were Power, Words Tried To Change You, To Shape Bridges Of Longing That No One Could Ever Really Cross.

What Mortal Knew The Way Their Fate Line Would Run?

The World Could Bring You Poison In A Jewelled Cup, Or Surprising Gifts. Sometimes You Didn't Know Which Of Them It Was.

How We Remember Changes How We Have Lived. Time Runs Both Ways. We Make Stories Of Our Lives.

I Will Not Say I Am Sorry, But I Can Tell You That I Grieve.