If I were to tell you
That I was sorry,
Would it make you feel better?
Would it ease the suffering
I pushed you through?
Twice.

Once, you said,
Was forgivable.
Once was a mistake of the heart.
But the second time was painful,
And coupled with the hurt I couldn’t face
Reduced you further into yourself.
So, sorry,
If that helps.
Know that I never meant to hurt you.
Never wanted to see you cry
Or shatter the shards of your heart further.

The nights we used to talk echo in my mind.
Without our disjointed conversations,
The world seems a little less full.

I will wait.
Forever if that is what it takes.
I still love you,
If not in the way I once did.

I can never justify my actions.
Break-ups are never so clean.
I just hope that one day we can,
Once more,
Talk into my early hours and your dinnertime.
That moon we shared is still there.

I can wait.

I can wait…

I think.