To the woman I didn’t help

[ton321]

that frosty morning, as I was cycling to work
on the wrong side of the road. In
my defence I was almost past you who
was weeping on your knees,
your bag thrown a few feet away
as if the day had already ended
before it had begun.

Let this poem be my unheard apology.

[Macavity]

Wasn't sure about the last line because the initial image is clear and impacts, but then quite like the irony and the truth/resonance of that concluding line. Perhaps referencing motivation for poetry writing, a catharsis for regret, was an overload. Not sure. Anyway enjoyed.

[ton321]

Thanks Mac but you're a sophisticated poetry reader.
T

[jisbell00]

That's a nice title, and the poem works for me.

I would write passed and you who were, myself!

Cheers,
John

[Macavity]

Alba is open for submissions:

https://www.ravennapress.com/alba/submit.html

[ton321]

Thanks Mac