An Apology
Location
I’m sorry every morning was an english muffin
I let you become the entity that circled my transcripts
Watched tv with me
Bought the granola bars
You are more than that.
I’m sorry I listened to you
When you sang those beautiful songs
And told me that life
Is all or nothing
As you tiptoed on the silver lining of a storm
I’m sorry I describe apples the same way I describe people
I told her that a Fuji
Is just a Red Delicious mixed with Granny Smith
But I’ve never really tried a Fuji
I’m sorry I was too busy thinking about that Talking Heads song
To notice that tiny beautiful thing you did
Sometimes I forget that your soft blue jacket
Is not nearly as warm as
your dark chocolate soul
I’m sorry I forgot to write about you until the end of this poem
You’re just a few miles away
Maybe, I’m scared the others will eventually mean more
That fear makes me drift away
Until it becomes real
I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were dying
Until it was almost too late
Sometimes you have to trim a tree down
Before it can grow
I can smell the pine from here
In the stars