The Theory of Relativity
I'm sorry that you can't read my handwritting.
That you think I don't listen.
I'm sorry that I smile too much and twiddle my hair.
That maybe you think I'm more trouble than I'm worth.
I'm sorry I can't pretend to be less than who I am.
That I say what I mean and knock you off balance.
I'm sorry that you think I'm stealing your sunshine,
Like a vine of over-ripe tomatos.
I'm sorry I never have learned the art of neglect.
That I love you all the time, even when you're not looking.
I'm sorry that I'm not a good conversationalist.
That I have never read Carl Segan.
I'm sorry that my silences are not profound.
That I am not like you.
I'm just a simple Irish girl,
and for that,
I am not sorry.
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