what i wanted to tell you
this is what i wanted to tell you
last night in the loud restaurant
the twenty something cologned couple
laughing and fidgeting with their hands
sitting way too close to us. this:
you are not the sum total of your mistakes.
you are the sum total of every time
you try to reach for something.
and i claim that calculation too,
if we’re doing the math.
this is what
i wanted to tell you.
i love you all the way
into the cold telegraph night
into the wondering
and wishing it could have been,
i love you all the way through
to the headlights hitting
the white garage door,
and the light left on inside.