An Empty Apology for Being

Let me offer you an empty apology for Being.
I did not mean to spoil your coffee with my yawning presence.
I am sorry for carrying the weight of myself on own shoulders,
For treating myself as though I am allowed to take up space.
I am sorry I am too long and wide for you to grab hold of and make small.
God knows you have tried.
I did not mean to imaginary shoot you with an imaginary gun, or so you thought, because I walked past you, unblinking, uncaring.
I did not mean to follow myself out of the abyss because now I know how to fall in love with someone who isn’t hell-bent on cutting me into pieces.
Let me offer you this empty apology for Being becuase
I am not sorry.