A poem my parents could have written if only they knew how to

this night,
this never ending fight
this flickering light 
inside the heart
that could have
but never did
ignite.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry but not quite yet.
Skin on bones and
together forever, forever together
what a shame 
and who's to blame?
silent.
leave me, break me, tear me
but not quite yet.