Sorry

Excuse me.
I seem to have fallen into this routine, of asking you (of all people) this--
I'm always in your way, I'm a pest,
Bothering you with my 1000 questions about who you are,
Where you're from, how're your dreams,
Where have you been (my entire life)?

I'm sorry.
It won't happen again, I'll be sure to be quiet,
Sit silently on the steps of this place and wait,
Wait for a time where all I have left is your words, your breath...

I apologize.
I know I won't be enough to fill the hole in your soul,
I won't occupy your mind like you do mine, and that's fine,
But I want nothing more than to say I'm here...
I'll shield you from the world, I'll hold your sword,
And protect you...

Forgive me.