Funny how memory differs… My fears, closeted, clouded the view… Your oblivion smug… there was potential there, I’m sure – but sometimes love isn’t enough expectations and insults impenetrable dividers…
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @ Vjknutson. Image my own)
We’ll venture into the city Pretend our bones are not dust Ignore our fails Hearts soft Love nostalgic Hold hands like lovers Location historic (ours alone) celebrate resilience.
(Today we celebrate our anniversary. Image my own)
Sorry – so much inadequacy bundled into one word as if five letters can convey depths of regret, shock, dismay
Seems I am the spark to your lighter fluid – unintentional, I swear
Still reeling from the aftermath of the explosion
Attempting to deconstruct the formula – precautionary
I am sorry – that you are enraged, that you are so obviously disappointed that you are consumed with resentment – except, it is sadness, not regret that I feel.
I cannot own this, was always honest, forthright, did not feed your expectations
Besides, learned long ago – we don’t have the power to make anyone feel anything least of all, sorry.
So I’m not sorry, but maybe if you could just tell me, give me an inkling of what you might need, I can help us out of this hole.