Forgiveness

Like the silence after the fire has gone out,

there only remains nothingness

when you ask me, “why did you do it?”

As I search for words, certain icicles start to fall,

bearing the words, irrational, emotional, and inexperienced.

As you mourn, I can only grind my teeth

and promise I will carry this burden.

It’s a long, long journey in the desert.

9.17.2025