Tina

I’m sorry I couldn’t face you
for any longer than the time
it took to breathe and blink
and wrap my arms around you
before we untangled ourselves
in awkwardness

I’m sorry for all the things we’ve become
in these years of absence
I thought in my youthful naivety
we’d be friends forever
but I don’t know you now
and my face isn’t the one you knew
when we had drunken midnight adventures
and still believed in ghosts under the bed
on those night we scared ourselves to sleep
in each other’s arms

I’m sorry I lost myself in the big things
and the little things and all
the things in between

I’m sorry you couldn’t love me
when I waylaid the parts of me
that made me wild
tamed by circumstances
that I chose not to control
because I didn’t know how
to live with myself any other way

I’m sorry I came here to night
expecting that we could be anything else
than what we’ve become
in the years that have spanned our silence

I’m not sorry that I left
without the courtesy of goodbye

© Indie Adams 2014