Last Admission

If I were to confess,

Which I won’t,

I would apologize.

If I were to tell you,

The words burning on my lips,

Which I refuse to do,

I would say

That I’m sorry

For not giving you my best.

If I were to speak the truth,

Which I’ve never done,

I’d get quite close,

To your blooming cheeks

And whisper to you,

“I was wrong.”

I would watch your lips

As you ask me your question.

I would say, rather softly,

“I was afraid.”

I would gently take your hand

And lace our fingers together

One last time

And I would speak,

“But I lost you anyway.”