On the cusp of a year
since you’ve been gone,
I can honestly admit
I still think about you sometimes.
I think about how happy
we once made each other
before I let my own insecurities
haunt our relationship.
Ghosts of my past floated in
and pointed out your microscopic flaws
so I would miss the big picture.
You cared about me
like no man had done before,
and it was a mystifying reality
I just could not accept.
I’ll never forgive myself
for not realizing what I had
until I lost it.
Here I was hating you all this time,
but you were the only one
who saw me for who I could be,
not for who I was.
You loved me at my worst
because you saw me at my best
even if my best would
never love you back.
Will you find it in your heart
to forgive me?
Will my sincere apologies
ever soften you enough
to be open to love again?