teatime in a dream with boy i used to know

a table separating us
two cups of tea
mine half empty already
yours still steaming
the spoon clinks against
the ceramic teacup
as i stir the honey
once more.

you are quiet today
i tell you
i’ve been missing you
for some time
and you only smile
as if you were waiting
all these years
for those words to
finally take flight
outside of me.

i'm sorry i was so scared
& i consistently picked
my mistakes like apples
from unforgiving trees
but mostly
i’m sorry that i forced you
to sit by and watch
while i ran around
trying to catch myself.