Walking into the room
she says to the back of his head
the words she has worked on with purpose
while trying to pass the long nights in his bed.
Forgive me, for I have asked of you more than I should.
Forgive me, for I thought that I could do for you more
than I could.
Forgive me, for all the love to you I've given.
Forgive me, for the caring I showed, and by which this
relationship is driven.
I'm sorry, for helping you to achieve your dreams.
I’m sorry, for urging you to give wing to your schemes.
I’m sorry, for picking up the pieces when you fell.
I’m sorry I was there for you, the times you went through
hell.
I apologize for those slow mornings in the sun.
I apologize for the cuddles at night when the long day
was done.
I apologize for sharing with you my fears.
I apologize for asking you in, for ever letting you near.
I will not stay here, I will not be around.
I will no longer wait here, until yourself you’ve found.
I will not answer when next you call my name.
I will no longer die here, for my life cannot be contained.
Walking from the room
the tears sliding down her face
she quietly opens the door
and removes herself from the place.
(c. tac 1/95)