'I didn't know'
Is what she says
'I'm so sorry'
I can't stand
To listen anymore
All I want to do
Is walk out the door
Her eyes search mine
Probably for some sign
That I accept
My gaze remains blank
I stare straight ahead
She is the reason
My brothers now dead.
She says they were driving
'A little drunk...'
'But not enough
For it to happen'
Her gaze drifts from mine
Tears pool in her eyes
'I swear I didn't mean...'
The tears slide down her cheeks
Her eyes look at the ground weakly
I want to comfort her
I really do
But I wouldn't know where to start
Or if I could find it in my heart to.
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