If I made you think that I think that I'm better than you...
I'm sorry.
If I made you think that I've made less mistakes...
Or, that I think my image more important than your birthday...
If I've made myself too cool, in any way...
Because of the people who I've sat beside, in a shitty bar,
or diner...
Because of some aura or talent, or put~together image...
Did I make you think, that, because I had found a treasure,
that I had nothing to do with making...
but was better,
because, un~found...
that I was older?
If I've seemed the popular one,
Or thought that beauty was something that I owned...
I'm sorry.
Did I make it seem as though your hurt was less?
I'm sorry.
Did I make it seem as though your hurt was nothing?
She should think that you're a rock star.
Your wife, lost, was worth whatever grows inside my chest.
They knocked your door down, and, took that watch...
I didn't come out, when you offered.
I'm too busy.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, as I rode my bike,
past the mission,
with the moon, on a kite string, close behind.
I'm sorry, as I watched Gabriel beat those limbless torso drums,
and, I bowed around your struggling,
with boxes of sound, and, wire.
I'm sorry, as I pushed, crowded, past you,
and, acted like I didn't see you.
I'm sorry, as I read your note, and, spit a comptemptive laugh.
I'm sorry.
I felt alone, inside my hurts,
like no~one spoke my language.
We're all in this, together, friend.
And, if I think that I have hurt, in some way that you have not...
I'm sorry...
Tonight, I weep,
out of pity,
for my sorry...
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Currently listening :
The Listener
By Howe Gelb
Release date: 2003-03-18  |
