The poem falls out of my head
as my twitter feed fills
with repeated misunderstanding
and I find myself apologising
Sorry. I apologise,
and after saying that I cannot keep saying sorry
she asks me to say it again.
Not for the first time I find
that I am no longer sure
what I am sorry for.
There was a misunderstanding.
An occupational hazard of twitter debate.
She knows it well, being a more extensive user than I.
I thought we were ‘on the same side’
but recently I have not been so sure.
I do not feel betrayed,
more annoyed at wasting my time.
Easy to do with Twitter.