Daniel, I should never have said
you had no soul
even if that is precisely
what I suspected
at the time.

I was really hurt
when you found better people to hang with
and dropped me
like the fat ass loser I was
at the time.
You’d become cool
it seems
and your ardor cooled
soon after.

I accepted it.
I knew I had no choice
but I was bitter, upset
and the upset stewed
and soured
and, when I had the chance,
I let you know
just what I felt
at a time
that could not have been less appropriate.

My tone was wrong, too.
I was mean, Daniel,
I see that now.
I was mean and rude
because of the hurt
but I took it out on you
and I took it too far.
.
I’m sorry
that I said what I said
about how heartless you’d been
and how soul-less you’d be
and how you didn’t even care
as we sat there
at your father’s funeral.

It seemed the right thing to do
at the time.
I was cruel, Daniel,
and for that
I am sorry.