I'm sorry
That I'm sorry
Is all I can manage to say
Because I feel guilty
that I am jealous of
your favorite books
and sleeping blankets
Jealous because I want
to be the only thing
that envelopes you when
your mind is elsewhere

And I'm sorry
that I'm selfish
Because I wish
I was your bathroom mirror
I wish that you looked at me
and expected to see
yourself looking back

But I'm more sorry
that I'm greedy
Because zero clothes between
us still doesn't seem to suffice
in the category of proximity
And if I could find a way
to be closer to you than skin on skin
I am not ashamed to say
that I would

I'm sorry
that this is less of an apology
and more of a proclamation
That I have no viable explanation
as to why I mumble
nonsense in my sleep
saying things like I wish
I was your heartbeat
Because I know that probably
doesn't make much sense to you
at all

So I'm sorry
for being sorry
about things that seem so small