San Diego

I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you in your little bungalow, hiding from the rain and responsibility.

I’m sorry I couldn’t stay to watch the sunrise with you one more time and dream about all our plans that would never come.

I’m sorry I couldn’t stay in touch when I went back to my real life, the one without ocean air and late nights and your vintage car with the top down.

I’m sorry I couldn’t stay and be brave, leaving everything behind that didn’t serve me, but my family’s on the East Coast and how would it work anyway?

I’m sorry I couldn’t stay and smoke, watching old movies on your projector, trying to be serious but laughing until our insides hurt and we nearly couldn’t breathe.

I’m sorry I couldn’t stay and tell you this was love because I think it was just our imagination. A moment in time that wasn’t meant to last forever, except for in our minds.

I’m sorry I couldn’t stay, but I’ll always remember.