Thursday, October 7, 2021

traces

I don't hold a grudge 
against what wouldn't budge
the words stuck in your throat 
till you thought you might choke 
like a ship on dry land 
won't float on the sand 
forgiveness the wave 
that floats it away 
what you couldn't see
happening between you and me 
will haunt from the grave 
of our yesterdays

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