sorry for whatever i did

when you were younger
you could manage
a fight with a bundle
of store cut flowers,
or a cheap bling ring
from the mall.
perhaps a box of lame
milk chocolates and
a poem with each line
a ryhme at the end.
the word love and sorry
would be sprinkled
about like seeds
hoping for rain
and forgiveness. but
now, at this stage
of the game,
you shrug and let
the storm roll by.
you take a nap and
hope that they just
get over it, whatever you
may have said or done.