I am sorry that I couldn’t take all that is clay in you and throw it hard on some wheel
Turn a heavy mug with a nice curve
The kind everyone loves at craft fairs

And I am sorry
That you couldn’t take all that’s sand in me
To apply mortar and water sufficiently
For a solid level
Slab

Mostly
I feel sorry
That our needs and lacks
Exceeded
Our expertise

…. ….

With much regret I took from you
One ruby and two emeralds
Luckily you found tourmaline and garnets
To sustain you
And one diamond who is never disrespectful at the dinner table

I regret leaving our house of brick and mortar
For a trailer without a floor and a life without sleep
Honestly I was just glad to rest my head against a wall that didn’t shout
So I left anyway, regrets and all.

Regretfully sorry,
The person that was Your Wife so long ago