can't you tell me why
after a weekend of butterflies
in our stomach

you decided that your
anchor on this irrelevant
ocean floor has not

found its ship back yet?

can you tell me that
the real reason was my
immaturity?

ignorance? inexperience?

would you think
about giving a try
to do it again

?

because if so i
would gladly grow up
and stop writing you poems

and start confronting

responsibility.