I am ashamed.
Embarrased by the things I have said. The things I have not said. The secrets I kept. The secrets I tell. The secrets that bear significance to us.
I am sorry.
Apologising I am for the things I have said. The things I have not said. The secrets I kept. The secrets I tell. The secrets that bear no significance to us.
I am speechless.
For I have dissappointed you. Made you cry. The mother Earth itself cries for you on this Sunday Morning. Mourning. This, Sunday Mourning.
I stand corrected.
I made mistakes. I made them much. I made them not to hurt you but I hurt you, still. I made those mistakes and hurt you. Unintentionally. Without purpose. But I hurt you, still.
I am crying.
Because I know how much it hurts you. I know how much you are going through. How much pain you are in right now. Emotionally. Physically.
Your tears trail after you. You are drifting away. But I hurt you. I hurt you, still.
Your tears fall. Fall down on me. Rained on me.
It wasn't your drifting.
It was my falling.
You never went away. You never let it go. You never lose hope.
It was I who was falling.
Darkness, soon.
Soon.
You reach out your hand.
I reached out mine.
I am ashamed. I am sorry. I am speechless. I stand corrected. I am crying.
I let it go.
It was I; falling.