five breaths.
one
it was a stumble, a fall. a prideful heart nesting in an old, bare tree. a home for the crows.
two
not thinking. another mess up, words spoken quietly so i wouldn't hear them. but you know me. somehow i still hear them.
three
the wrong ones. i wrote them in black ink, sent them your way. they were the wrong ones the wrong ones the wrong ones.
four
tuesday night. the day after. fruit salads. wednesday evening. the weekend in May. the wheel barrel. his heart. the lost eyes. there's more and more and more. all splattered with not enough.
five
forgiveness?
i think that's the right word.
forgiveness.
in the middle of winter.
you are loved.
