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Rated: E · Poetry · Romance/Love · #1970414
Infertility causes so much hurt
This truth it will destroy you
An August day
While you sweep up rose petals
On our Sun drenched porch
You look at me from under heavy lashes
You say it's ok
You say it's ok
You don't wish to be without me
It's ok your always want me
Your never stop

And I bask in this glory
Thanking God for you loving me
As tears prick the back of my eyes

So the hand squeezes a little tighter round my heart
Until I am breathless with it

In time
There is a difference to us
Making love is no longer rushed
After
I look at you, looking down at me
But neither of us say it's pointless
Your days a little darker
A little longer
Things a little more useless
I know I did this
As the truth picks away at your dreams one by one

The hand around my heart squeezes a little tighter

At Christmas we pretend we are still happy
Completely in love
Whilst in the garden with your sister the truth falls from me in retching sobs
She says it's ok your get through this
We both know she's lying
Inside she's crying

I had no right in making you love me
So the hand squeezes a little tighter round my heart

Somewhere along the way
Anger rises
The tension surprises us
You begin to resent me
Hate me for letting you love me
And I am sorry
I loved you when I shouldn't have
Stayed a little too long
Cared a little too much
I needed this whatever it was

So the hand squeezes a little tighter round my heart

Invisibly I collect my possessions
Storing them
They lay in wait
The courage comes at three in the morning
On a Tuesday
Silently I gather my things
Wait by the window for a taxi

The knowing erupted
Watching you hold your new Godson
Looking at me longingly thinking
I can never give you this
Tears glazing your eyes
Looking so proudly

It's wrong for me to keep you
With me this is all your ever be
A childless man
I've always known this

In your hallway
You help with my bags saying nothing
I will never be wife
Never be mother
Without you I'll never be anything

Your say your always love me
I know this
But have to let you go
I'm giving you a chance of what I can't give you
The most precious thing
A family

So the hand squeezes a little tighter round my heart
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