I am sorry.
I am sorry I never learned
to greet the daylight,
or smile through songs
of pain.

I am sorry for relenting
in my wisdom, for boarding
the train to nowhere at all,
and crying at the window
the entire time.

There’s nothing left
to kick against as I’m treading
the water of my own tears.
I barely breathe without you,
and now I must find a way
to do it all of the time.

There is no poetry here, only:
I love you
I love you
I love you;
as the rails thunder distance
between us at last.