My Apology

You'll be accepting my apology for taking things so seriously. Sometimes I'm old enough to keep routines, sometimes I'm child enough to scream for everything I broke in two. You're barely missing me, I'm missing you and everything you do. I really do. My once photographic memory, for recollection's sake is failing me. I can't remember for the life of me. Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite. My pens paint people that I've proven wrong, but we move on. Get a job where I tell all of my accounts of someone else. I'm quick enough to judge that they were wrong and that we knew it all along. Sing a long, long winded song. I would be content to hum along. If I state that my fingers know where to show what everyone should have known, I'll let it go. Hopefully you'll forget the words that I put in print. My luck, you'll change and have strength enough to walk away.