You don’t know how important this is.
And I guess I don’t know either.
I began this in the morning.
How did the morning become covered in night?
How does a speech transcend its occasion?
A love must be long and carry itself, in depth, to each.
What can I say in a one-sided speech?
How important can I make a poem be?
How important is it that you get out of the way
And let her read this? Well. She hates me.
She doesn’t care what I say.
But that doesn’t mean this isn’t important.
I think you can sense it in my tone.
You might as well read it.
I’m sorry I asked you to move.
You could even read it, over her shoulder,
If she were here!
I want you to have sympathy for my love!
It’s important you read this—but that’s all.
Let her be the critic. To her belongs my terrible fall.