Here I am again.
Just as I promised.
I have come to tell you I am sorry.
Yet, you will not let me speak.
I cried on the long drive here.
I thought it would be best.
Yet, again here I stand crying.
You must think me only a child.
Just as much as the day I broke your heart.
It is nice today.
The smell of the morning dew on the grass.
The slight warmth of the sun as it rises.
I suppose I could stay longer.
You could watch me cry.
Or I could just drive off leaving you again!
I guess I have said enough.
I have wiped the dirt off the stone.
I will leave the rose across your name.
I will cry as I leave.
I will cry all the way back home.
I guess I was never meant to say “Sorry.”
So I will go now.
I will go home.
I will never forget you.
But I will go home.
I will see you next year.