Sorry

I've imagined, for many days now,
a day when I could meet you at the pier,
pay a dollar,
and walk our way into the sunset.
I've dreamed of, for many weeks now,
perhaps a walk in the forest,
where it's just me and you, talking our
way into our mythical destination.
Do you think I've forgotten,
the one time I was allowed to see you at the park?
Do you not think I remember the
one time you said I was the closest one
you came to love?
Do you not think it hurts me too when I can't see you,
again?
I wish it may,
I wish it might,
I wish it were really up to me,
but it's not.
And for that, I...
I am...
So...
Sorry.