This is just to say,
I am sorry for lying.
I know you were expecting me to tell the truth
About falling in love with you but
I didn't fall

Or scrape my skin loose,
Blood smearing on the unforgiving pavement.
Curdling, browning, settling
On the pavement.

I am sorry for skinning my knee.
I know you wanted me
To walk you to the park
But I can't, my knee is dying.

I am sorry for not kissing your cheek
With my dry, chapped lips;
I am sorry you don't notice me falling
And flaking
Like dandruff on the shoulders of a nervous
Office intern.

I am sorry for not being sad when you left,
And for not noticing the tear on your face
Like crimson
Reflecting the lack of a glint in my eye.