I’m sorry if you feel,
under false pretenses,
I took your energy,
your youth and beauty,
your love and trust,
your boundless affection,
and unquestioned devotion.
I’m sorry you feel
I betrayed you with
with a deceptive sense
of subservience and spinelessness.
I’m sorry you feel
I emerged as someone
different from the person
you thought I would be.
I’m sorry you feel
I should have been
more malleable and
grateful for instruction.
I’m sorry you feel
I never should have wanted
more than you could give
or needed more than I had.
I’m sorry you feel
your fears for the future were fulfilled.
I’m sorry you fear you will walk
alone when the lockdown is over.
