I'm going to write you a letter.
It will be businesslike
but, hopefully, coherent.
In it, I will
subtly explain myself and
overtly apologize.
For this apology I seek
no acceptance
or forgiveness;
I know, however,
that you are the forgiving
and accepting type.
If I had never been there,
if I had never sought
you out,
imagine how you could have
spent all that time.
Imagine, instead, your success
unhindered by
the great weight,
the reprieveless burden,
that was I, to you.
Anyway, the letter
won't be too long, and
will necessitate no
response.
It is to you, for me.
Is that selfish?
Maybe I haven't changed.
