i wrote you a poem last night
as i fell asleep
it was warm and soft in my head
like new bread
like fresh beginnings
like moving on
and it said all the things i was feeling
and thinking
it put words to
the damage
the love
the shame
the shock
the anger
it was words
even you, in your denial
would have understood
and you would have felt shame
and anger and love
and damage
even you, in your selfishness
would have been touched
i was touched
i was transformed
but i fell asleep
or maybe i was already dreaming
and the words are gone
they will never move you.
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