sorry

I am apologising too much

Empty sorries that fall like rain hitting pavement

Not fat drops plump with meaning in the middle of a humid summer

But spitting sheet rain, there but not there -

doesn't warrant a good jacket but enough to blur my vision through the streaks on my glasses

I was holding something precious but it slips through my fingers and my hands are empty

bereft of something weighty to the point that a part of me is gone too

My breath does not quite reach my lungs 

But you are right it means nothing