You probably don't even know that I've forgiven you
That I swallowed every last bit of the acid you left behind
From the short days with you that gave room for the long nights without
I ran to every corner of my brain alone hiding from the thought of you
I sat still staring at the wall you built between us
And I prayed for it to thin just enough to get a glimpse of you
I wept tears that fuelled enough for a moving river
You could have sailed to me
And follow the sounds of my cries for you
Perhaps you did not know you were forgiven
But I often wonder if you even knew
That you needed my forgiveness
k.s.
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Talking Tree (Ongoing)
PoetryOne time I was listening to a lecture by a wise man who told me that if I had no one to talk to I should talk to a tree. So here I am.