My promise
My promise
is to see you through eyes
that are different than anyone else's.
I'm sorry I abandoned you when we moved
away and you were alone with our babies.
I
panicked and left to take
care of our mess.
I was trying to be the man
and support you,
but leaving you made you leave me
and hate me and fear me,
and that's not what I intended.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
I came home so many times
to a nothing-really-left-of you
self, but that unpredictability is gone
now.
I feel
safe(r) like you do.
I f'd up and lost my way
for so damn long,
but the years have softened me,
finally.
You're my beautiful girl
and I want to be a
good man every day
and night
who lives, not to fight
or retreat or eat,
but to smile,
say I love you, and
mean it.
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