I cannot believe that I wasn't there for you when you were feeling so low.
That I didn't support your goals or cheer you on.
I'm so sorry that I didn't insist that you are enough--even if perfection is unachievable,
but that what you provide is absolutely close enough.
I wish I had looked at your face and always seen beauty,
expertise and competence.
But when I look at the eyes staring back at me from the cold glass,
I see the tears tremble there.
As the wetness hits my face my guilt and sorrow consume me.