Our life, in which I have offended, inflicted
damage to our pact, lies before me—
I have whispered secrets to strangers,
betrayed confidences, committed transgressions.
Like blood that
astonishes, inflicted hurt.
So, I have damaged you; you are a broken ear of corn.
Moments, minutes, hours, days, months have passed
and I cannot put my foot back into
that river that brought us here.
You give me things to do,
I do them. This helps, you say.
So, we live parallel lives,
and I will try to be happy under your color.
Would you hold my hand while I told
Would you stand with me if I showed you
my naked fear?
And yet there is hope, for tonight
signing off with you on the phone,
I said I love you; and, like a star newly born,
like the sun lighting a new
day, you said the same. This
is the arrow hitting
the center of the target.
Published in 34THPARALLEL
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