apology in the form of a poem

taut silence stretched through screens and states and roads and moments and hidden meanings and subtle glances and

it’s all in this box

all in my head

or maybe

all in the space twisting between us

and i wish i could say with my hands what i can’t with my eyes

and im sorry when my head moves quicker than my heart and when my words come out tangled and serrated

but ill learn to sew until my hands can say what my eyes can’t