A Gift and a Curse

A gift and a curse,
What could be more worse?
What we’re building is great and new,
Yet I was dumb to hurt you.
I’m here alone, and far away,
Thinking of all the right things to say.
Is it I love you? Is it I need you?
Nothing will erase what I said to you.
You need space to decompress.
I’m sorry, and I’ll hope for the best.