“I forgive the three days of silence.
The day you said you’d steal the moon for me.
The sky’s grief that followed.
I forgive the year you turned away.
Your face lost to the world’s globe,
always searching searching searching
for a place better than right here.
I forgive the sun’s voice,
gone tired with the day again.
I forgive the time you called me by the wrong name.
I forgive your heart’s flinch when she smiled at you.
Your city bus eyes.
The way they wandered, searching
for the right person to sit next to.
I’m sorry I wasn’t the right person to
sit next to.
I’m sorry about my own broken,
How they ruined the quiet.
I forgive the way you can’t forgive me.
The way your hands didn’t even
when they let me go.”
Y.Z, what I meant to say in the dream where you looked me in the eye again