I wish you well
at the end of it all

Even though
we never got to speak
at the turn of the sun
after the battle was fought
after neither won

Because I was too weak
to tell you I’m sorry
I couldn’t remove
the armour of pride
that would have clarified
how all my worries about you
were really about me

And now you’re a ghost
You’ve flown away
with the eagles and my dreams
of what could have been
had I said I’m sorry