The Explanation

Part Three, In Which Regret Is Expressed And A Question Is Asked

I thought there would be other chances, but it seems I missed

the little pen and paper that was making out a list

of all that I have ever done, so I could not deny

that when time came to see the truth, it was no one's fault but I.

So now my chances are long gone, and will be sorely missed;

but I'd like to start a new thing, to write another list.

It would be a list of apologies, a list of reasons why

I acted out the way I did, did things I can't deny.

And though this list would get me nowhere, I'd show it all to you,

and hope that maybe you would see my sincerity is true.

So here I sit and wonder how after all that I did claim,

Anything between us could be somewhere near the same.

Though still slightly confused, most my thoughts are all in line,

I thought if I knew what I wanted everything would turn out fine.

But here is where the problem lies: though I might at last concur,

it seems we have switched places; your thoughts are now what mine once were.

It no longer comes as common sense that it is okay to kiss your lips;

you seem ever so hesitant to place your hands upon my hips.

Yet here I am with hope in heart that you still feel the same,

That this reluctance is in my head, my mind's own little game.

And perhaps if you do read this poem, it will not come as an offence

when I say that though I have you, oftentime now do I sense

a hesitance to touch, to say what we once said free;

this is what I'm asking: what now do you feel for me?