An Extension

The dirt beneath your feet feels higher than I.
Nothing written here can I ever deny.
This is how I feel; as slimy as an eel,
But it is impossible to tell you how I truly feel.

I will do my best, as my best I always try.
The chances cause the weight but to multiply,
And the pain I feel allows me but to reel;
My failures just crush me into but a pasty meal.

None less worthy to look upon you than I.
An angel you appear to one doomed to die.
Sorrow is the reason that to you I kneel,
To cast a glance would be to taint you, I justly feel.

But this is why, around you, unease felt I.
Of this numb felt, I sat here unable to cry;
I had apologies I could not conceal,
And you did forgive me, this, I know, is very real.

And today I had to say in some other way
The whole truth of my emotion,
The strength of this inward notion,
The very depth of my soul's ocean.

I have to tell you in my hand on paper,
As I must tell you in my own voice and eyes,
I, truly, did not wish to hurt you or her.
All of this is just because my tender heart still pries.

It turns the key quickly to my memories.
As they begin to play, my heart starts to say
This message to extend my apologies;
Yet this remorse still never begins to fade away.