Again Tomorrow

(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen.)

I suppose I’m sorry I took them

from your soft, pink lips,

but I did and I have

for 10,401 days now

and counting.

You’ve told friends and family

so often now,

“Don’t encourage him!” with

a tight grin across your face

and a challenge in your eyes.

So, I’m sorry I suppose

for when you've curled up on yourself

or even just those soft chuckling head shakes,

but I’ll try to do it again tomorrow

because a promise is a promise.