Dear A,
We're so disconnected,
You and I.
I'm sorry, so sorry.
I left you to cry.
On your own,
All alone.
I wish I could love you like you need me to.
I wish you weren't so sad,
In your quiet way.
Blue eyes clouded,
Brows drawn together,
Coffee cup in your tiny hands,
Glasses fogged by the warmth.
You looked so small,
So frail.
And I knew,
I was failing you.
And I couldn't answer,
When you asked me,
"Why do you love her still?"
