All out for nothing,
A wager of the heart on empty ground,
Being liked by the wheels, not the balls—
Fate applauds motion, not the aim.
I laughed on hearing it;
Laughter, a thin shield of sound,
And she started blaming,
Words rolling like loose screws in a rush of steel.
Finally, she started chewing
The silence, with a grunch on calls—
Each bite cracking patience,
Each ring echoing blame.
Great to move, but she held me—
A red light gripping my sleeve.
“What now?” the road asked,
And she hugged, folding the question shut.
I tampered, then accepted,
Hands trembling between pride and truth.
With four words to bloom again,
Petals spelling forgiveness:
S-O-R-R-Y
