i'd like to suggest a new lesson
for kids to learn to write
about heartbreak;
and how to navigate the waters
and chop down the saplings that grew from the
precious seeds of promises
that we planted in the warm dirt
that stained our shirts

and a chapter about hurt
about how it's coming
but it's ok
cause there was never a question about how much he loved you
it's just that we were too young to hold up our expectations
and too blind to see the faults
that cracked open to reveal our cowardice
that we filled in with volume, growing louder with every tremor

i didn't mean to tie you down
but my hair is so long that sometimes even I get caught up in it
I want to write you a chapter of apologies in any language you can understand
I'll bind it with maturity and print it on parchment so you know that it is not to be taken lightly

the heirarchy of words is so hard to uncover
I know that my blunders are what you heard
and my heart is what you missed