Apologies

I miss you hon.

remember yesterday?
no, I suppose not, because
you were way up in the clouds,
     so far I thought
  you'd float away
                              to go dancing with
                          the sun.

   but you're still here, thank god
          and I think you must be
coming down
                 at least a little.

but back to yesterday,
        or was it the day before?
   I'm not so sure, these days just
                              blend together,
        maybe it's the stress
  bleeding through the time as it
                passes me by.
no
   no
      no.

this isn't right.
       my mind is so
                                    fried,
       flits like a
                               butterfly, never
     resting
anymore.

so where was I before?
  ah yes, yesterday, the day before, last week,
              it doesn't matter so
   terribly much.

in case you don't remember
      were were talking and you said
you're sorry.
       I asked why and though I couldn't
                  see your face I could
imagine the tears,
       but I know that's in my head.
  I asked you why, and you told me
                        you were sorry for being bad,
   and I cried too.

so you're sorry because you're
           bad
and you're sorry for doing
                         everything you know you shouldn't,
     everything you don't
                 need,
but I know you think you do.
    and you're sorry.

and I'm sorry.
     I'm sorry for being useless,
                      and I'm sorry for never
        reaching out past
   half-hearted attempts
and jokes,
                             I'm sorry for
         letting you jump,
and I'm sorry for
                               watching you drown.