I drew you
playing the flute
but your hands were too large
you couldn't push the buttons down right.
I didn't realize this until after
I drew you

With remorse,
I recalled ******* at you to not
shave your beard.
I drew you
with a beard.

With remorse I remembered
you, growing up with you.
Being outwardly critical toward you,
did you ever say I hurt you?
Did I ever hurt you?

I drew you
and I drew a map of you,
and I love you