a time of absolution
a drink made holy, to wash away
hints of sin, unkempt, mess-sided moments
and the need for forgiveness
men are not like God
She is eternal but men
have longer memories of things that hurt
except...forgiveness
There was a small part of a day,
something I'd started to say
in a way of tenderness, a moment given over
to feelings; It was a thing like love,
a moment like a bubble.
It held all the air I could have.
It rose within me
like something trapped in the sea
could not stay in deep light-less blue
There was a noise, some vague emptiness;
a distraction in the moment of my words
and they fell, slowly, slowly
like a dying leaf in the wind
fell, a whirly-seed shell with all of the
air I could have, all the love only I could give
fell
unseen, unnoticed except by...only
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