Clarity

Is this the moment? In a reflection of an open window, street below
on an unremarkable summer day.
Is this the moment, that the melodies finally penetrate, through steel,
that my molecules hum along to a song I think I always knew.
Its me and you. And them and all the broken promises we made.

It was never meant to add up.

But I tried all the same, and now it is all so clear to me.

I was sorry, 

and maybe I still am
but not for who I seem to be.
The twisted branch doesn't apologise to the oak.
And for the first time I'm proud of my insecurity.
My fallible heart can still see through mountains,
on the right day.