Forgive me for the words I left unsaid,
The paths I rarely traveled to your door;
The undelivered flowers, and the space
So carefully constructed
Around my circularity of self.
Forgive me for the stifled yawn,
Dismissive gestures, and the void
Where once you hoped was love.
So short the time, so crushed the hope,
The embryo that could not live …
I greet you with a word:
Matilda Jane Kraemer