Dear Writer, I'm Sorry
I’m sorry, poor brother, this phobia is mine
that I gave to another; guilt eats me inside.
How can you forgive me, when I can’t as well?
I just want us to no longer dwell
on this past that still haunts us and holds confined
to these chains of mistakes; all ours kept aligned.
Yet I know every year when the time comes
you’ll secret yourself away from my arms
and into his embrace you will go
leaving me here all on my own.
Still here I will wait for each morning to arrive
as that’s when I know once again you are mine.
Oh dearest Writer I beg you this year won’t you stay?
Please spend with me Christmas day.
I know I’m not tolerant and jealous I seem
but I truly do love you in all that it means.
I‘ll do whatever it takes to prove this is true
and all I ask, all I ask of you
is for you to give me this one last chance
to show you I’m sorry and to romance.
So please don't deny me this year yet again,
for I want nothing more than to make my amends….
With love, Randy