And I’ll start every letter with
a brand new apology –
I am sorry that it took so
long for me to realize all of it.
Perhaps it signaled in your words
when you spoke about us.
Perhaps we were meant for one
another, but not right now.
How does the sun bleed into
the ocean without starting a new day?
How can you love us if we don’t
love ourselves enough to leave?
How can forever be this short without
a longing that will follow us into the next life?
I still try to understand what you meant,
I still try to understand your words,
I still try to understand you.
I have been there.
I see it now.