I am sorry, I was indifferent.
You were feeling bad and awful.
You needed that little concern.
You wanted a bit of care.
You wished for a word of console.
I am sorry, I stared blankly.
Dumbfounded, not knowing what to do,
what to say. I was.
In my wicked mind, I was thinking,
come on, get over it.
I am sorry, I was not ‘feeling’.
Latchkey child, not growing up knowing how,
to care and concern. I was.
In my icy heart, I was tearing,
when will I ever learn.
I am sorry, I truly am.
I really treasure you as my friend,
forgive me for my icy cold heart, and
my dark wicked mind. Please,
give me some time, I will learn. Someday.