Her Face Was a Study In Martyred Innocence

I’m sorry is never enough…I drifted into myself and rested her thoughts upon each face turned pale. She resented those lighthearted jokes so I stole another minute…moments as long as night filled the void. She’ll never know, I’ll keep quiet this time. How can those eyes that rest so lightly see so deeply? I try to show her but three words come out as two…and I fail…I always fail when there’s nothing I can do. Another passing day with one single wish. That maybe I’ll make her smile. Does she want to know? I’ll keep quiet this time. I guess I couldn’t quite live up to what you were expecting.