PORTRAITS

I’ve always been difficult,

And I’ll make you weep, again.

Not for the fact that our souls will soon learn to live without each other,

But for things I never did, places I never went

& time I never spent, with you.

Forgive me mother,

If my regrets are all you’ll remember me with.

This habit of mine will someday die,

A better son to be, someday I’ll try.