Yesterday’s Poem [10]

I’m in a peculiar mood – I’ll let my poetry reflect that.

Failed

I apologize
for the broken off pieces (of me)
I left at your doorstep.
It was childish to think
you'd care

I apologize for meaning to be mean
and going back to apologizing some more.
I'm not the person
I am when I'm with you.

But maybe this isn't about me.
Maybe you've outrun me
years ago.
And I've lost you by being
too slow.

Then I will apologize
for not being friend enough
to keep up.
Apologize for my failure
in your life.

I'll apologize and apologize again
that you left me behind.
All of you
all of the time.