Any minute now he may call.
so you wait.
hoping to hear the words you know will never come.
I’m sorry I took your light as my own
and wore it down to a spark
you deserve better than my selfishness.
you deserve a galaxy to shine in
not a dark, empty sky;
I’m sorry I took your time, your nights, your breath and words
I’m sorry I wanted so much
and didn’t give enough.
but they never come.
Instead you get to choose between a selfish love or being alone
as if it was even a question-
either one leaves you where you’ve been except
a little sadder now than before.