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forgive of me
a time before
when leaving broke
my heart
before the spring
when as a blossom
to decorate your garden
with perfume
once was mine
before the chase
of dew into the light

pardon me
this lowly salve
of choices to confuse
and what for love
was done –
as places of your dreaming
where I am unafraid
of longing meant to soothe
this emptiness

as quiet to
an awkward stance
thought you knew me when
by storms awoke
remembered not
my name
forgive of me
this dreadful verse
kept my soul from staying –
the taking back
of love
I meant to give

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