They tell you to forgive people. But isn’t there a line?
Isn’t there a limit to the number of apologies a person can recite before the value of the phrase “I’m sorry” is deceased?
Or do apologies go on for infinity like my love for you?
As I watch you say sorry for the billionth time, I examine how the words roll off your tongue like the smoke from the fire that burns me. And all I can think about is ‘When does it stop?’