Forgive Me

I want you to be happy

because that will make me happy.

You get tired of this,

so tired.

You walk out,

to somewhere, anywhere...

On the way, you will see pigeons

curved against the sky.

You smell something like lemon blossom,

and you watch a man with a long coat

walk past. You hear his soft shoes;

he walks just next to the grass.

There are broken clouds,

and the street stretches

out to forever

and flings the distance back to you.

You give your smile and you take the endless space.

I have stayed inside and I have thought anxious thoughts.

When you come home, I will ask,

too carefully,

"Are you feeling better?"

For this,

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me.