and i pushed you with one finger,
to the ground.
i said all the things I've never said,
i said all the most important tiny things:
all the pieces that make up
everything I've ever felt.
it feels as though we have been sorting for decades and
the file folders sit finally,
labeled neatly on our laps
anticipating our next move.
I jumped aboard your deadlock gaze
and I'm digging in my heels this time,
not letting it get away
not letting it wander.
you said,
give me three days.
these lapses are unintentional and
I'm not holding anything against you
because we are both the person
the other will be forgiving forever
in a world full of unforgivables
full of forgettables.
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