Forgiveness

When she called
I started looking 
for more chances

I knew I had 
One more,

                At least hidden

                               Somewhere

 Behind my shame

          Under my hurts. 

Like a24 hour token 

Almost

Always

never heavy as we expected. 

This gold plated reunion. 
I dusted off the guilt and waited, but she never asked for it. 
I tucked it in my back pocket

One last chance-

2.03.17

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