My dear, this is my admission of guilt, I never meant to break your clock hand, despite time being our best friend, that match stick we lit, trying to reinvent a bonfire, for the hell that only harmonize with us, I whispered bible verses to you, a hint that maybe you'll see the faith under my rib cage, but you thought I was sterilizing your ego, I've always let the tap in the sink run, believing the fish bones will swim, and we'll never have to go fishing, I'm sorry for depriving you the freedom of learning, I know we used to let open all books in the library, and let them stare us making love on the floor, hoping every moment was documented, I'm sorry for smoking at your dad's funeral, I know cigarettes caused him cancer, and your sisters adored my lunacy, oh poor girl! I'm really sorry, please come back home at 2am, I have fixed the clock.