Art Of Apology Poem by Maria Sudibyo

From the bottom heart, or just a formal duty
By throwing pride, or only saving the face
Being sincere, or hidden manipulation
Would you hear my apology?

Over small thing, over crucial matter
Over self guilty, over other's fault
Over inflicted wound, over inconsiderate spoken
Is there a room for apology?

With stammered words, with well chosen speech
With a bouquet of flower, with make up kisses
With so much question, with deniable secret
Could it come an apology?

Will tears flow or bottle a storm?
Will it amend or become a routine cycle?
Will it be given or bring another reason?
Is it too late for apology?