i’m sorry. i can never figure out which side to pickup, which side to shatter. a rift. a puzzle. bending myself to breaking point. all the times i saw you. all the times i could’ve waved. all the times i spent worrying about you. were they gone too soon? like a dandelion seed, flying in the wind? i should’ve relished them. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i can’t decide, dear. i’m sorry. i care about you, truly, truly. please don’t go. i miss you.
