Between the Lines

It sits on the edges of our lips, leaning forward, hoping to tumble out.  But we both keep silent, an unspoken rule that we're afraid to break.

So here I am, hoping you'll read between the lines.

Because I want you to know that not a day goes by that I don't regret it.

Because I want you to know that I'm the one to blame.  Not you.

And as much as you wait for the seasons to change me, I have to tell you what you don't want to hear and what I don't want to say:

I'm sorry.