Impulse 36
I promised the moon, the stars,
the clouds, the sky, all of them,
I promised them I would never
stop looking at them, never leave
them. But, she looked at them
too, and I can’t stand to remember
her. I’m sorry my moon, for
breaking my promise, because
when I look at you, I feel more
alone than not. I am sorry my stars,
for you are too bright and you just
remind me of her, and how she
made me feel large, bright, and
finitely infinite. I am sorry my clouds;
I loved you the most because you
have your own kind of self, where
you fill up my world and make me
feel safe. I am especially sorry my
sky, my father, the father I wanted,
for I have betrayed your teachings;
to always look up, that you are not
the limit, that forward is always an
option, and backwards is not. I am
sorry to all of you for betraying your
ways, and I am sorry to her, for not
being enough for her, and for me. I
am sorry no one loves as much as
I do, that people love more than I do,
and no one really loves me the way
I love them, the way I love you my
moon, my stars, my clouds, and
my sky. I am truly sorry.
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