i’m sorry i never quite kiss your scars and tired skin in the 5 am loneliness the way dewdrops do. i’m sorry i’m not patiently awaiting your stories or midnight phonecalls the way the seashore waits to embrace saltwater. i’m sorry i go inwards so often and leave you in the space we created for each other the way turtles never announce when they retreat into their shell. i’m sorry for the words i’ll never say and the motions my lips will never make the way the sun knows its rays will never cover every corner of the earth. and i’m sorry the thought of us ended before it could even begin.