The Apology

 

I wrote to you a letter

But the words got in the way

Of all the complicated things

I tried so hard to say. 

I stopped and made a painting 

But the colors wouldn’t fit

I tried to add some water

And I made a mess of it. 

I write this verse for you, 

And I edit it to death. 

I’ll tell you all about it

In words upon my breath. 

If words don’t come out easily

In rhythm, speech or pace,

Then you must read the moments,

In the contours of my face.