What I Never Gave

I wasn't there.
And I know it wasn't my absence that cut you.
But rather the daunting tangibility of my neglect.
I never tried to be a friend.
I never tried. 
Oh the pain of realization.
Grief seared black upon my soul.
Somewhere along the path I forgot how to be
sincere.
I forgot about the heart.
And that mine does not beat alone.
Can I take it back
--what I never gave?
Instead of extending
my disregard?
I remember my heart's
ache to be with you. 
But looking back,
I never tried.
I'm sorry.