~notes on reconciliation

 
 
 
 
 
I imagined we were asleep
 
 
still unpaired
or perhaps unprepared
and aching to be lost in
a dream
 
 
quiet while the air moved
between us
 
 
unaware that forgiveness is
a red wall
with no windows
and the only way to see out
is to look within
and emerge like an august sun
full of warmth
 
 
to breathe together
and move together
in a moment
 
 
the way our lips trembled the words
like water
soft blue streams that pulled
what was left in the right direction
so we could find our way
back to each other
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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