I’m sorry for what we have been, for what we haven’t been,
I’m sorry for this brave false sense of hope, holding our bones together;
even hope becomes tired.
I’m sorry for this empty love making,
I’m sorry for the emptiness.
For the skinned knee caps, for the scraping of our tongues,
yours hitting the roof of my mouth
never finding the answer
you were searching for
I’m sorry for never being the answer, you were searching for
I tried to be
How I tried to be.