I can
laugh
(with you)
hug
(you)
cry
(with you and
for you
too),
but it seems I
lack
the thing
(I think it’s called trust?)
to keep it all
together.

I can
joke
(with you)
advise
(you)
and everything else
(for you).

But I
lack
the thing
(trust, right?)
because I
stole
your loyalty
and
trashed
it.

to.
the.
ground.

(whispers)
I’m sorry.