I feel as if I must send this to you

Every time the urge is there, I must confess

but somehow I have to say this to you

I have to get it off my chest.

For centuries I've always been present.

I've helped your ancestors leave this planet.

And I was once in the same room as you.

I watched as you wept.

It was different this time. It was different with you.

It's never been an achievement

I've always hated doing it.

I saw you sitting by the fireplace

I felt the warmth emanate from the fire

I saw a tear slide down your face when I guided her out of the world.

It's a bit of a stretch

But this letter is an appeal for clemency.

I have to say I truly am sorry

I hate to see anyone cry

As ironic as it sounds every time

It kills me inside

So maybe if you ever get this, which you won't.

Take this as a token of a promise

And a symbol of a promise

But I suppose as humans say.

Promises are made to be broken

And so will this one, the one I shouldn't have made.

Well, this was different than I normally write. I just had the inspiration and went for it. So it probably sucks. I'll probably reread it in the morning and delete it.