If I Said I Were Sorry Poem by Scott J. Shepard

If I were to break right in front of you
fraction by mouthful; a memory of
what could have been.

Its hard to find the right words,
laying in front of you feeling no way to impart.

Another slip up to be tired of, another night to drop.
Waiting on a second chance for the sun's will to rise,
with my heart, a dream hopeless in the night;
only to fall apart once more.

The fear that creeps into my mind each time
I lose control, dissect and analyze
what it means to love again.
Like a labor not meant for this world,
but a wish on the world's will to change.

I know keeping safe with your thoughts,
you don't have the time to arrange my apologies,
nor my will to transition and organize
this hell of a mess left behind.

These memories of me, just moments carried along,
like wayward whistles drifting in the wind