sometimes the thought of you
feels like a burden
and sometimes
as light as a feather.
it has been a while since i have thought of you.
i think that is improvement enough.
i have this habit of of taking things back,
especially things i really mean.
i don't know.
i was wrong
and harsh
and hurt.
and i left you in
wrong,
and harsh,
and hurt.
i'm sorry
but you can't hear it.
i'll shout it out loud from mountain tops,
but you can't hear it.
i'll whisper it when i see you
but you won't still hear it.
i'm sorry.
