I’m sorry if my price was too steep for you.
I’m sorry if I take faith too seriously for your taste.
I’m sorry for making you watch my black and white movies,
Holding on to the hope that you might grow to love them too.
I’m sorry for the way my words always caught in my throat,
Tripped over my brackish tongue on their way out
And sank into the swamp where they belonged.
I’m sorry I could never do all the right things
Until after they should have been done.
And I’m sorry, so sorry, that I could only give you daisies
When you asked for a rose.
But most of all… I’m sorry for you.
Because you will never realize
How beautifully colorful a black and white movie can be.