118.

Clearer than the headlights through the fog,

the thoughts: there they are,

just beyond the horizon

117.

I apologize.

I apologize

for the air I breathe

for the moments I seize

for the things I may do with ease.

I apologize

for the decisions I make

and the chances I take

and the times I might seem desperate or fake.

I apologize

for the phrases I interject

and the lives I intersect

for the facts about you I may, in fact, forget.

I apologize

for the sounds I voice

and what causes me to rejoice.

I apologize

for filling empty time

with pointless rhyme,

for, maybe, crossing your mind

for the times I have been unkind

or how I so easily unwind.

I apologize

for my specific views

and how easily I bruise

and the passion I infuse,

into everything.

For the phrases I overuse

for when I'm late to pay my dues

and the meaning behind my tattoos,

for how many times I press 'snooze'

I apologize

I don't apologize anymore

for how many times I swore

or for how loudly I snore.

For loving you until you're sore.

I may have apologized before,

but I don't apologize anymore.

-V.

Look. Pictures!

116.

"They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,

Love and desire and hate:

I think they have no portion in us after

We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:

Out of the misty dream

Our path emerges for awhile, then closes

within a dream" -Dowson