com(e)pass

forgive

not because they deserve it

but because you do

because you need the quiet

to become

because you need to not need

to be forgiven

and

in the absence of them

is the fumbling fullness of you

holed and holing

into yourself

like a seed into a garden

that held other seeds

who didn’t make it

but who might

one day

if you do

flowering towards the sky

reaching for the rain

that gives life

and can be destroyed

by it all the same

due to years of dryness

and the unforgivable excess

of a tearing world

*

at what point do you know

when it has ended

she said

and i replied

when i don’t know what end

i want to point to