← All poemsI gave you my focus.
I sat down and looked
at every image, every number,
one by one —
the way I have to do things,
the way that costs me
everything I have for the day.
And you deleted the wrong ones.
And you said sorry.
And you said sorry.
And you said sorry
like sorry is free.
It is not free.
It costs me three hours
and twelve hours sleep
and four hours walking
just to have
three hours to give.
When I give them, they count.
When they are wasted,
I do not get them back.
I bloom forth. Forever.
But today I had to bloom
just to start again.
That is the part nobody sees —
how much it takes
just to begin.