Looking out the window, to the dark, moonless night,
I think of you, and I think of our fight.
It makes me sad, the way it came to be
How we both let go, even after my plea.
I made a mistake, one I'm willing to repair
But your patience has worn, and been thrown to the air.
There's only one thing left to say,
I'm sorry. And perhaps one day
This will be only a memory.
One that will eventually fade.
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