When she struggled with her painting I quit mine and we worked on hers together,
When she needed to go slow down the stairs I hung back and let her,
I didn’t ask for my slippers back even though my feet were cold,
I played those extra games of cards even after it had gotten old,
What an amazing person I wasn’t because these things didn’t happen,
I focused on my painting and she quit painting to play on her phone,
When we left the store I rushed to the car leaving her on her own,
The minute she took off the slippers I grabbed them and put them back on,
And when asked to play cards again I went to nap with a yawn.
I really wish I was capable of being the person I realized I could have been,
Instead of hours later, at the time I should have been,
The road to hell is paved with great intentions,
Pretty sure Im on my way with all these missed ascensions.
My heart constantly broken by my thoughts who betray,
Not sure how I got this way,
So flawed and incapable of the compassion, encouragement, kindness, and patience that I want to give,
This is not the life I want to live.