May 17, 2023 22:27
maybe we were younger, or maybe
the time that passes means nothing, just more days on top of days,
and the longer life goes on the harder it is to recall
whether I was myself before you, or if
the world was here at all.
am I worse or am I better - better, I want to say -
biased but the other way, more likely to mistrust myself,
my motivations, and my heart, my strength, my head
is clouded skies to ground, and I
am someone else instead.
you don't get off that easy. I won't
blame you for what happened, even if you wear the badge
proclaiming yourself guilty, or complicit, or
the first to fall - the last to land - in love,
the first inside the door.
what would we have done differently?
probably nothing. we earned it.
is that blindness, or stupidity, or sheer faith
in someone who may not deserve it?