I came across this poem on instagram by Marisa Crane. I was ashamed by how much it struck me, but it’s beautiful and I wanted to share.
I’m writing to say I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for putting you in parentheses,
for treating you like an afterthought,
postscript at the end of a letter
but this, this is your letter,
too late, too pathetic,
not the one that should have been about you.
you deserved a novel, not the corner of a page turned down
in case I ever wanted to pick up
where I had left off,
I should have taken the time
to read your footnotes,
to understand the context of your smile,
of your tears, of the nightmares
that plagued you.
I hope that wherever you are,
you are doing well.
I’m sure that you are, having been lifted of the heavy,
that once ailed me.
I’m so truly sorry to those this is about for me. I hope one day to tell you in person. Until then, I hope you will somehow know it and understand.