Not enough
The moment when it sinks in
That what I offered was fine
It was just
Not enough
The sour hard piece of amber
Suffocating the anger
And preserving it for posterity
Unearthed millennia later
Devoid of forgiving words like context
Only questions unanswered
Not enough
To satisfy you emotional archeologists
Digging through my innards
Pulling it forth and polishing my hate
Like a golden curative bezoar
It will burn well, I can tell you that
But it won't fetch much at market