I did it
I read
the love story
you wrote me
about us,
on the night
you said
you loved me
I am sorry
for listening
to your voice
it just sounded
so peaceful
so smooth
like honey on petals
on pavement
making every
not beautiful
thing
beautiful,
I told you,
I would wait,
until you said okay,
I am sorry,
I assumed,
this no longer
applied,
I read,
this poem,
back
in short breaths,
this is
how i breathe now,
every breath,
a burial,
and again ,
I am sorry,
because
the ending
is not what
you wrote it
to be.