When I blamed you, I surrendered my responsibility.
When I reacted the way I did
I closed the matter and walked away:
It was your fault and there was nothing for me to learn.
I am here to take it back.
I ought to have at least paused,
Considered the options, selected my response:
Was it my fault or yours?
My responsibility, though, is larger now.
It’s growing up, calling on the fullness of
Who I am and all I have,
Imagining a future neither you nor I had first seen.
I’m sorry I held this back from you.