For That I’m Sorry
What I wish is
that I wouldn’t just
barely remember
The times back when
your soul used
to breathe
And how I wish
you’d have died
in December
In the cold
seems a more fitting time
to grieve
But instead
on that day
the sun was shining brightly
against my favorite color
of blue in the sky
And as I tried
to put my running shoes on
You found it a good time
to die
Now I have to live
with the memory
All the details
of my very worst day
And not many words
exchanged between us
When there was so much
we had to say
It’s been a hard time
Been a really hard time
for me
And the only way
not to make it any harder
Was to purge you
from my memory
For that, I’m sorry.
