I'm Sorry

A free-verse poem about a boy I loved as a young girl, and how that love has changed, for the better, now that I'm older.

It’s just about 2 years ago that I saw your face for the last time.

I left you, and all was fine, until I grew curious and looked you up.

I saw you were sad and lonely, and that made me happy-

I’m sorry that I was glad to see you unhappy without me.

 

We talked, then, and we made plans of grand love that could never be lost.

We rejoiced in finding each other, once more, and moving on.

But I saw there was something off. You were not into it like you used to be.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t love someone unless they loved me more.

 

So then I faded away, like our love had long before I spoke to you,

And I was happy to say that, no; I would never see your face again.

You didn’t call after me, there was no attempt, and that made it easy.

I’m sorry I moved along again in my life and we were again only a memory.

 

The other day I looked through my old camera, and found a video.

It was of you, accidentally turning it on, and realizing it too late.

This day was in the peak of our domestic happiness, and I saw your eyes.

I’m sorry that I could not read your eyes like I can now.

 

I looked for you today, and saw your face again.

The delight and happiness in your eyes was beautiful.

I still love you, like I always did, but I’m so glad that you are happy.

I’m sorry that I can’t be there to share it with you.

 

If I knew that leaving would make you happy,

I’m not sure I would have done it back then.

But now, despite my urge to talk to you again, I won’t.

I’m sorry that I will never hear your voice again.

 

But I know now that we were never meant to be,

And love doesn’t matter to happiness in the long run.

 

Author's Note

Not supposed to rhyme, not supposed to be good either. Just me trying to explain my feelings about this, so it was easier to do it this way.