Fortuitous

It was a one time thing.

Only once.
One mistake.
Never repeated.
It was an unspeakable action.
It happens. But it's never planned.
But it happens.
It was supposed to never be repeated.
It was one mistake.
Only once.
Supposedly.



What did I do?
Was it something I did?
Did I do it wrong?
Did I not do something right?
What did I do?

Whatever I did,
It always had the same result.
A sudden slap and a loud noise
With the silence that followed.

It only lasted a moment.
Sometimes.



It kept happening.
Apologies after.
He said it would never happen again.
And then it happened.
Again.

Again.

Again.

Do apologies still hold their meaning
If they're repeated for the same thing
Every day?

Do tears still mean something
Even if they're shed every day?
Could they?



"I'll never do it again. I promise."

Only once.



Lies.
Bruises.
Tears.
Screams.
Hate.
Love.

And more screams.



It was never meant to happen.
It happened with an "only once."



And then it happened again.