Friday, February 8, 2008

Will You Tell?

by Sonja Nitschke

I'm sorry.

I love you. I hope you know that.

(Can't say loved or knew.)

Shoot the apple off his head, shoot it off with your bow and arrow. I didn't think I'd miss.

The apple's still in the tree, red and whole. The arrow wasn't supposed to pierce you, kill you.

I'm so sorry.

1 comment:

Peter said...

clever title, considering the story. I like it.