At a certain point I've overthought it;

I'll have to apologize,

I'll need to explain.

I've let something slip too long

& there it is, 

inflated with potential 

climbing away from me 

up & over clouds

as the string slides through my fingers,

nothing as my excuse,

just oops.

Fuck.

Oh well.

Sorry I did nothing about this! 

I took so long 

because it got increasingly awkward 

to think about how much time passed.

I'd rather forget I'm accountable

& watch wasted breaths 

float away.