I’m sorry

 

I’m sorry, my love, that we aren’t where we wished to be

It’s been a long journey, many moments that I loved and many more I didn’t

I look back and feel sorry, I always wanted to be the world for you,

The  world you’d be happy to live in and would seek no more

I know I haven’t been any close

I know I haven’t been any close!

I tried, very hard I tried, to keep our love alive

I tried, I tried to hold that smile on your face forever

Wish I could change our world to one with love, always

Wish I could gather all those little moments and make them last forever

I tried, I failed and I tried, and failed. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I couldn’t learn the magic that would turn every sorrow to joy, 

Every quarrel to shy,

I’m sorry I couldn’t learn the art that would paint our world in the colors you like 

and the canvas you and I could live in forever

I’m sorry I failed. 

Only if I could have your hand to hold, 

one that would feel my pulse from afar 

and would meet me halfway on the bridge that kept driving us apart

I’m sorry it wasn’t enough, your hearty drops in the ocean that kept turning sour

I’m sorry, we aren’t where we hoped we would be  when we fought the world and joined our hearts. 

I tried, I failed and I tried, and failed. I’m sorry my love I couldn’t be the world you’d hoped I would be.

I tried, I tried very hard!

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       “He had never quarreled much with this woman, while with the women that he loved he had quarreled so much they had finally, always, with the corrosion of the quarreling, killed what they had together. He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro and Other Stories