If I ask for your forgiveness,

I don’t think you would understand me.

You would see my heart bleeding

and only feel the silence. 

But I haven’t been silent for years.

I want nothing more 

than for you to find your story.

With all the honey,

all the endless wonder.

I still want to say you thank you,

but I fear all you would hear 

is the sharpness of what I have done. 

What I have chosen to do. 

How I loved myself too fiercely,

and lost myself too soon.

When I tried to show you our story book,

all you could see were the pictures.

And honey,

we both know all I could see were the words.

From the depths of my bones

I hope you know I loved you on purpose.

I still hold onto your soul like a prayer,

but now I see it is time to stop speaking.

For you and I have both done enough.