sorry

I feel sorry for placing this burden of proof on your shoulders.
I feel sorry for making sure that nothing will ever make you content.
I feel sorry for ensuring that you live without daily appreciation for what you have been given.
I feel sorry for not noticing your slipping away over the years.
I feel sorry for not being honest with you about your realities and circumstances.
I feel sorry for allowing you to feel guilt over your decisions, right or wrong.
I feel sorry for isolating you into that basement and allowing your mind to wander to negativity.
I feel sorry for not impressing on you the urgency of your destiny.
I feel sorry for forgetting all of the things you’ve taught me recently.

but most of all
I feel sorry for forgetting who you are.

March 29th, 2006 9:13 pm
existentialism, What else I write |
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