silent reconciliation
It’s been so long.
2 years, almost. 2 years since they told me what you supposedly said about me. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they lied. Maybe they misunderstood. I never knew. And yet it broke my heart.
It was breaking again tonight. I broke it myself, walking past you without saying a word, not deigning to look at you. I know you did. Stopping abruptly, staring. We spent 5 hours doing this, over and over.
And now, this moment. I was just about to leave.
And while your eyes pleaded for forgiveness, and your hand on my shoulder tried to appease me, and your lips remained quiet - my arms forgave you, whatever you had or hadn’t done.
It’s been so long.
2 years, almost. 2 years since they told me what you supposedly said about me. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they lied. Maybe they misunderstood. I never knew. And yet it broke my heart.
It was breaking again tonight. I broke it myself, walking past you without saying a word, not deigning to look at you. I know you did. Stopping abruptly, staring. We spent 5 hours doing this, over and over.
And now, this moment. I was just about to leave.
And while your eyes pleaded for forgiveness, and your hand on my shoulder tried to appease me, and your lips remained quiet - my arms forgave you, whatever you had or hadn’t done.
It’s been so long.