SORRY

Even though there were strawberries
and the after supper sound of a piano
from the house next door,
you should know by now that once
what was said was said,
I don’t hear or taste anything else.
I only see the pockmarks
on the strawberries.
I only hear the missed note, the hurt.
It’s me – not you – I’m sorry.
I know you’ve tasted this recital before.

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2008