I just remembered
how the other day,
I was very rude
in a terrible way.
When I treated you
not as an equal,
the embarrassment
you felt was hurtful.
At the time, I thought,
the pain was for you.
Thinking my actions
had made you feel blue.
Though looking back now,
the pain was for me
and for my use of
careless cruelty.
I apologized
to you at the time,
but feel you deserve
to hear one more time.
I’m sorry, my love,
for being a man,
more into himself
than his companion.
I’ll try to become
the husband you want,
the perfect one that
you’d be proud to flaunt.
Should I somehow fail,
give a reminder
so I can take note
and behave kinder.
