If you happen to find her,
Could you please let her know?
That I’m incredibly sorry none of my words reached her on time?
That the elementary “it’s okay”
Seemed far too complex for my mouth to crochet
Could you tell her that she is going to make it?
With legs that kick stronger than her fear
And that I’m waiting right here
A few miles under this abysmal burrow
Just as high as my ego lets me go
That I’m right here with outstretched arms
Anxious for her majestic self to fall into
And nestle within my soul her face
In the warmest, most humble embrace
The kind that lingers even after you let go
The kind that makes up for a thousand words
In its silent eloquence
Could you tell her every sorry I’ve ever wanted to say?
That I’m sorry for all the scars I left behind
That I’m sorry for caring too much
And for caring too little
That I’m sorry for the power I’ve given my words
And for the power I’ve taken from hers
That I’m sorry I thought empty apologies would fix it all
I’m sorry.
If you happen to find her,
Could you please let her know?
That if there’s ever a chance
The thinnest sliver of hope
If she would come visit me
In these barren depths of my own fragility
For there is nothing more that I could possibly ask
Than to lose myself in her buoyant smile
One last time before I die.