The Apology

"Give me one reason," you said as you stood in the doorway,
arms folded as if they might break from your control at any moment.
At once a million thoughts rushed through my head,
But no words accompanied them to compose the apologetic symphony
With which I could still the fear apparent in both of our eyes, which screamed
"It's over!"
without either of us saying a word.
I tried desperately to conjure the magic words that would steer the fire
From anger to longing,
Hate to desire.
I knew there had to be something that would cause this to end well for us.
As I drew a breath and prepared to speak, I knew that this would do it.
I knew you would come back, and we could go back to how we were
Before,
Like we always do.
Three simple words would make it all better,
For now.
I opened my mouth, but the look on your face grew so hot
I swear it burned my tongue.
As I sat alone in confusion, replaying it all in my mind,
I realized my mistake.
The apology had disappeared when my mouth opened.
Three words caused you to storm out instead.
"I wasn't wrong."

Oops.