I’m Sorry, Little One

 I wasn’t there,
But I heard.
And since then, 
my heart’s been quiet, 
like a temple after the lights go out.

They say the crowd ran.
They say no one stayed.
And you - just sixteen - 
waited for help 
that never came.

I imagine your eyes, 
looking not for God, 
but for someone 
human.

Someone brave.
Someone kind.
Someone who didn’t 
think twice.

But no one did.

And I am sorry.

Sorry that the world we built 
loved its gods 
more than its girls.

Sorry that your last prayer 
wasn’t heard 
by the ones who should have.

I’m sorry, little one, 
that no one chose you. 
But I do.
I choose to remember.
And to grieve.
And to ask why 
we didn’t ry.


P.S. Thanks to ChatGPT

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