VI

I’m sorry for the ways I misunderstood you,
for mistaking wordless stillness as a wall.
You were steady at your spindle through it all.

I know I’m not supposed to say ‘I’m sorry’,
but there is so much that I’m truly sorry for.
You shouldered loads in ways I never saw before.

I’m baffled by the things they say about you,
more baffled still that I believed a few.
You kept offering a love— trying to get through.

I don’t know what you see that makes you stay,
or why you follow when I take another route.
I’ve been fumbling through the fear to work it out.

My vow is that I’m yours without condition.
No pulling back, no turning from your light.
I will walk with you through every coming night.

I hope you feel me in every early morning.
I come with empty hands, but still I’ll try
to offer everything I can as time goes by.

I’m the luckiest of all the world tonight.
We’ve come so far, through storms few could bear.
You’re not alone, and I’m not going anywhere.

Through each wrong turn, I’ve always been all-in,
just never knew how to meet you where you stand.
I’m ready to face whatever waits, take my hand.