Apology ... to J.

As black as only a dream can be
tripping down a valley of oblivion
flesh that wanders in silence
exploring the depths
of a horrifying place
called home
waiting for a certain rain
to stop
and blood holds its breath
desperate for any kind
of beginning
following a path of old whispers
that never shine
a heart may say “I’m sorry”
but how is that the end?
as usual
an apology
is not enough.