I could not write yesterday
Because I was too worn
I dread my time with you
Almost as much as I long for it.
You are terrifying in your beauty
And I’m sure you do not have the slightest idea
You are terrifying in your kindness
And I’m sure you do not understand.
I am sorry in so many ways
So many ways I never thought I really would be
I would have lived life differently
If I had been haunted by you at an earlier age.
But we people rarely see the future
And we plan accordingly
Be well angel– and I will not stop to take you off this pedestal
Maybe one day you will understand…
And perhaps one day I will as well.