Forgiven, Again

your expansive vocabulary of utter forgiveness
terrifies my fingers, widens my closed eyes
at the sight of your good heart because it doesn’t know
of this sort of possibility, fears the unknown

why would you forgive such darkness,
the wind that blew out the light of the stars
in your eyes, am I really good enough for
your gentle hands, paving the way to okay

sighing, extinguishing yourself for the sake of
me, awake only in memory before I disappear
into the thin air, of your open hands
welcoming me back prematurely, though I burn

your soft palms, allow themselves to be stepped on
yet again, your bumpy calluses enraged that you
made it okay again, for the rough soles of my shoes
to soil your innocence, dirty your heart once more,

just a welcome mat placed conveniently for
me to wipe the residue of my emotion on
before I leave again, stepping on the same mat,
it’s always welcome though

whether I’m coming or



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