To You, Plural Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

For all the times 
I made you ill at ease,  
for all the times 
I showed up unannounced,
for all the foolish things 
I did to please you,  
all those times 
you felt your boundaries trounced,
I want to thank you all. 
You were so kind.
You tried to firmly stop me 
at the start.
You showed how much you cared 
as you declined to match my efforts,  
take my willing heart.
You would not 
let me cheat myself,  
divert you efforts 
that I sought to misconstrue.
So easily you could have use
or hurt me. 
(You know
I'd have let you do it too)
For stares,  
unwanted words,  
my many tries at closeness,  
I hereby apologize.