Rear View

I'm sorry for the things I said,
and didn't mean.
I'm sorry for the things left unsaid,
a treasure chest of things you never got to see.
It was real.
The sun did rise and set with you.
The weightless animation of two.
The fall we fell was true.
Looking back now,
through a narrow rear view,
I can clearly see how the butterflies flew, and met their demise too.
It took two.
Two of us made it,
and two of us took too much for granted.
I'm sorry for the things I said,
and didn't mean.
I'm sorry for the things left unsaid,
a treasure chest of things you never got to see.
I'm sorry that the road we drove came to an end,
and that I had you leave you at a winding bend,
but I'm not sorry for where we've been.
I'll cherish always, where we've been.