in a world of possibilities—
during the years of our youth and the seasons
of mobility, ability, and honesty—
you made these choices,
you brought these ends around.
in a sky of shapes you saw only clouds,
and i went seeking doorways.
on the list of things you can't control,
add me, and i'll add up
all our many faults and the ways
we connived and coerced and conceived.
but this is a story
that i have told many times before
and without results;
in a sky of shapes you saw only weather
when i was dancing in the rain.
you could apologize to me now,
and i'd laugh for the impossibility of it.