So, you want me to have
an apology. Ask me again
for forgiveness, this time
Keep it simple; no more tints,
no more buts fitting between
lines. Ask me to not read between
the lines because there is nothing
to be read there. Your apology
must be a blank page with shame
scrambled all over it. Deliver it
yourself with guilt resting on
your fatherly shoulders like you
just walked the Sahara to get to me.
Bring it with so much agony that even
my sight sends you running away.
Back to when we were still young
and in love.
Zarnab Tufail is currently an upcoming medical student in Pakistan. She started her writing journey three years ago. While she experiments with poetry most of the time, she is also interested in photography, painting, and journaling. Her work has been published in or is forthcoming in Vagabond City Lit, Changing Womxn Collective,, Coven Editions, In Parentheses, Dreams Walking Magazine and elsewhere. She is also the Co-founder of The Walled City Journal.