I’m Sorry

I’m sorry

I don’t think that I heard you right

A mass in his brain that’s impeding his sight?

I’m sorry

How has this affected his mind?

I’m sorry

Have you already said, will he die?

Do you think this explains things, do you think this is why?

I’m sorry

Remind me again of its size

Where is it located, what do you advise

Inoperable since it’s too big to excise

Yes, I’m still his wife until the papers are signed

The restraining order allowed for more time

Thank you but I should apologize

It’s a lot to take in, a convenient surprise.

I’m sorry

to doubt you but I can’t surmise

Your confidence that he will most likely survive

That he’ll live with a golf ball size tumor inside

His angry and violent unpredictable mind.

I’m sorry

forgive me for speaking with spite

But what you are saying just doesn’t sit right.

Yes he told me first but that asshole is sly

It’s ok you can tell me it’s another damn lie.

Tell me I’m dreaming and that I”ll be fine,

I’ve come way too far for this to arise

Im sorry

Forgive me, I don’t mean to cry

Of course I’ll take care of him, I am his wife

I’ll get the kids moved back into his life

Maybe what happened was caused by this blight.

Maybe he’ll change now that he knows why

Maybe

Maybe I’ll survive.

Maybe I won’t die.

Maybe he won’t be mean now, I mean, maybe he’ll try

I’ll put down defenses and we will be fine.

We have to be fine.

I have to at least try.

Right?