I most certainly did, didn’t I?
I didn’t mean to, but I know I did.
I let you down, didn’t I?
DagNABIT! I’m sorry.
I don’t know why I veer right when you go left. I can’t explain why I whisper when you want me to scream, why I do this when you’re expecting that and why I say this, when you wanted me to utter that other thing…
It’s as if, I was born to let you down, isn’t it?
Perhaps it’s time I come out of the closet. Perhaps it’s time I come clean…And tell you the truth about me…
Truth is, I was born to let you down. Truth is, I can’t possibly NOT let YOU DOWN. Truth is, if you’re expecting anything other than for me to sometimes not be or do, say or perform as hoped for or expected, than you don’t really know me.
I will let you down, again. I’m a work in progress. You see, I have a history of letting people down, especially, people who expect me to be something other than what I truly am; a work in progress and under construction. So let’s get this clear; I’m not God, his son, Mother Teresa, a prophet, Gandhi or some new age, vegetarian, gluten free, enlightened yogi wonder. I’m just a flawed friend doing the best she can, who doesn’t intend to let you down- but who does.
I suggest if you need me to be something other than who I am, you might want to call someone altogether holy like God, his son, Mother Teresa or someone else you know…
I’m sorry. I am. I wish I wasn’t a work in progress. I wish I wasn’t continually under construction, but truth is- I am and looks like I’ll always be …
Did I Let You Down? Loss
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