There is nothing for me to forgive;
I hold no resentment, no anger, no disdain...
When you are humble
and down to the earth, there is...
Another poem asking for the impossible.
Another night wishing you were here...
In you, I have found dandelions
a multitude of times...
Do you stay up at night
thinking of our crusades...
Refuse the memories,
the knowledge of...
You
are my...
it takes the little blood left within
you to reconcile with the past...
Trust others to trust
yourself. Remain trustworthy...
Everything you love, everything you hate,
Goes away, out the window...
Withering into the quiet,
I no longer keep track of the nights...
You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...