A repentence
from smallness
trying to fit my feet
into your footsteps
sometimes all I see
is your shadow
I’m sorry for focusing
on the wrong things
while you were busy
just to the side of my vision
I’m sorry for my dreams
that are too little
and would fill
a dimestore postcard
that says “wish you were here”
when you are painting a sunset
that sings
“I AM”