I'm sorry that you think
I opened my legs
and closed my mind to you.
I'm sorry that
that was partly true
because my feelings
I no longer knew
how to speak to you,
But I hoped I could show you,
Through my body,
through acting as
release for you.
Even though I knew
freedom in another way
is what you'd choose...
From me...to you
I'm sorry that every time
you slipped into me
I slipped a little further
away from you.
And that when I cried
that night unexpectedly,
wasn't because that intimacy
was overwhelming,
it was the distance
I felt in that closest
of moments,
first time I
experienced lonely.
And I'm sorry
cause this was not
what I had planned.
But most of all I'm sorry
that I couldn't
make you understand
all I really wanted was to
hold your hand .



*And now as we Part I Wonder Who will Restart this Handheld Heart?