It wasn't okay.
It didn't improve my day.
I greatly miss our parley.

And to know on top of it all: I hurt you feelings.
It makes me appalled, makes us stalled.

Foolishness manifest.
A captain on a ship called distress.
It's crew, worldly unhappiness.

My words are cheap, I know, but my heart is deep.
Perhaps that's why I find it so hard to tell you a lie.
Or to truly say goodbye.

You should know how I am by now:
Transparent as an empty bottle of white wine.
Empty from all the intoxication I tried to find,
attempting to subdue my treacherous mind.

I'm waiting for two miracles, I pray.
But unless your rivers flow my way,
do not share in my dismay.

It feels impossible to say, yet:
perhaps it was meant to be this way.