It's my fault. I dreamed too hard. I desired too much. Life got the better of us. I broke into an all out run from the moment the gun went off; I ran out of steam before the finish line.
It's my fault. I pet too hard and rub too much. The shy mouse scurries back into her hole of safety and comfort and contentment.
It's my fault. Gold in the sun and silver in the stars doesn't put food on the table or pay the rent. I know this now, a hard lesson learned in life. I know this now but that doesn't make it any easier to swallow.
It's my fault. I was given the most precious thing and I lost it somewhere.
It's my fault. I didn't try hard enough to make you proud of me.
It's my fault.