REMORSE

What is it about growing old
That makes me speak
Words more and more
As if I am making up
For times lost
In silence
For times lost
Alone
In the company
Of those who did not listen
Of those who did not speak
Words
I now speak
Alone


I am talking nonsense
I know that
Still
I feel the surging urge
To be heard
Just once
This once

And now that I have your attention
Please listen
And look into these crying eyes
Trying to hold back the tears
And words I cannot speak
Yet wanted to speak
Only to you
Only to me

Read this mind
Confused and bewildered
And told the mouth to open up
And say the only words I know
"I am sorry."

Because I am
Sorry
For the opportunities
Sorry for my inability
To tell you exactly how I felt
Sorry for not showing you how I felt

When I felt I was losing you
At the very time I was loving you