For letting you down.
I am sorry.
For the hurt, and for the pain.
For the sorrow, and for the ache.
I am sorry.
For making you feel like you are alone.
For letting you feel like you don’t matter.
I am sorry.
For walking away.
For not trying.
I am sorry.
And yes, that is not enough – nor would I ask it to be,
but if my sorry can act as a placeholder,
i’d ask: can you let it be —
— a reminder: I may have failed you, hurt you, left when you needed me
— but if it isn’t already too late: can you give me another chance?
For I now understand what it means to say I love you,
to call you my friend.
To stand by your side,
hand in hand.
But if it is too late,
and I have lost the privilege,
to have you in my life;
Then you should know:
be it through the shadows –
or in the light,
You’ll always be on my mind.
VoraXious 