Sorry

If I could only say, in these words that trip and fall, the sadness in my actions, the shame my stumbling love and that there are so many times that my knowing can recall where my fear that got the better caused your drawing in, away. For my part I'll take them back, these loose, dividing words, everything I have put on you that wasn't yours to own and If you ask that I go, or come, I'll understand the question, to leave you free to really be without fear from my illusions In this moment I see myself a poor and wretched soul and that you can show kindness still, tho watchful and aware is beyond my daring to ask such grace but I hope you will provide so that I can repay the full moon and you can meet me there.