A Kind of Truth

We reached for glory
didn't we
for a kind of truth, a beauty

and although I hold the weight
of a thousand regrets
of ten thousand I'm sorry's
we both failed somewhere, didn't we
to carry the glory
to reach into the other's soul
find the real seat of the heart

only time will tell
if timing really is the precipice
of these many excuses
my regret is heavy enough

I hold secret hope this fictional prosperity
I have concocted in the dark
for you
is somehow an actual truth

I expect I am the only one in grief
letting the years float pass
under the disgrace of love's burden
that gremlin of doubt
that cruel soft voice of fear

is glory still some last burning
candle in the imposing dark?
I hope this fiction is beautiful
and true.

TA