I’m sorry
for the dichotomy
of thought and action,
for my lies
and broken promises.
Forgive me
for proving your parents right,
when they said
“if she could lie to her parents,
She could lie to you.”
Please understand,
I was scared
of being your queen
and donning a crown of religious thorns.
I’m waiting
for the day I can repair the bridge,
once stable and secure,
now abandoned and forgotten.
I understand,
if you wish to forget,
but always cherish
those halcyon summer days,
when two lovers once sat
on lakeside benches,
dreaming the same cotton candy dreams