Weird Wednesday Love Poem

Here’s yet a spot.

I have apologized 109 times.

If I thought it would help,

I would apologize

109 times again.

But I don’t think this is a matter of,

“I’m sorry.”

Except that,

I am a sorry sight.

Will you forgive me if I suffer enough?

Will you forgive me if I tell you,

every time I close my eyes

I see you?

I cannot sleep,

for dreams of you

keep my tired eyes open.

You are a permanent spot

marring my field of vision,

right there in the center,

so I can only see the world

from the very corners of my eyes.

I can never look at it directly.

Out damned spot.

Out, damn you!

Please, damn you.

My queen has left me

quivering with regret, and 

stained with longing.

I cannot say ‘amen’.