I'm sorry.
I wish that opening
My mouth and finding
The words to say
Was easier.
I wish that I could be there
For ever golden moment
Of your exsistence.
I'm sorry.
That leaving my bed
Is sometimes so monumental
A task, I collapse in the doorway.
I'm sorry.
That when you invite me out,
My heart races
Only at the thought of
The whisper of my blankets
As I crawl back to them.
I'm sorry.
That I'm selfish
And won't respond
When you need me
Because I can't handle
Any more darkness.
I'm sorry,
That I don't tell you
How much I love you
For even trying.

I'm sorry.