you were always so strong, always holding on to what was left of us or what you wanted to be left from us, our trademarks our skid marks our triumphs and our failures
you were always strong, strong enough to hold us both together even if I kept making us fall down and I'm sorry, I really am sorry for being that piece of paper which couldn't stick to the glue
and I'm sorry for being the odd man out and I'm sorry
for doubting that you weren't strong I'm *sorry
This poem took an odd, apologizing turn somewhere along the way.