you never talked
to the cops
do you regret
not walking out
---
i could forgive
you (and maybe
i do) all the
late nights and
safe-kept knives;
i could forgive
you our co-
made mistakes and
i do, already
concluded;
i could forgive
you if you
couldn’t forgive
me, i’d know
what you mean –
but i don’t
know if i could
forgive
you, for saying
his eyes were blue
for saying
he liked to kayak
and even you
knew that
was cruel
---
things
i’d never say
to you.
---
i still imagine
(sometimes)
holding you
through the night
holding tight
like
a small room,
an anchor
constraining and
safe, safe safe
i still remember
when we both thought
i was helping
i still grasp
at that
feeling
---
there are many
many things
i’d never say
to you.
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