I’m So Sorry

It wasn’t until after you left

That I remembered that

You like 10 hours of sleep.

And you had, maybe 5

Since we stayed up until 2am,

Talking in hushed voices.

I blithely told you my potential

Brand name,

Mater Matters,

Without thinking how that would

Exclude you . . .

Until the words left my mouth.

I didn’t think to warn you 

That healing prayer

Is tiring,

That I don’t have it all figured out,

That I need to be listening

And learn to take risks, too.

I think I was in need of a sounding board.

I don’t have that, really, here in Virginia.

I didn’t expect to share

And share

And share

But I’ve had so many realizations,

So many swirling thoughts,

It was a relief to get them out.