Afterthoughts on an Apology

How stupid of me,
To think that in just two minutes,
With two phrases,
Digitally wrapped
And wirelessly transmitted,
I would have earned merit enough
To be enveloped by you in your sadness,
That brooding loving canopy of tenderness...

I should have known
That your emotions are not for sale
To any confused apology or regret,
What you needed then

In that hour you choseto get stirred
Was a dare devil,
Not a shy monk
Reveling in idle thoughts,
I should have known that too…

Now you say “thank you” in an unmeaning way,
You just returned my compliments
In the best way you could.