It's been a month.
My ultimate failure looms behind me as I try to keep walking.
I still haven't called you to Tell you what happened...
The truth is I can't.
I modeled my life after yours.
You taught me everything I know.
My morals.
My ethic.
How can I tell my mentor I failed at the one task he prepared me for?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I couldn't do it.
I'm sorry your attention was wasted on me.
The truth is...
I'm just a boy.
I had to sell the red Chevy truck.
And now I have nothing.
Except a mop of muddy brown hair
To match the dull eyes on my face.