the thing about forgiveness is that it lingers,
under your nails, at the back of your throat,
clawing at the door and asking redemption to open it.

people say guilt is a noose,
but things never end the way we want them too,
there's writing on every wall.
you can't go home, desire damned.

there's a fork in the road but this time it's real,
snarling and tolling its bell and asking me to roll over and die.
i go left,
i'd go left if it killed me.

have you ever loved something so much that you want it to leave,
that you wish it would bite your heel and run away?

anyway,
i got your letter.
i never knew you could package repentance in such a neat bow.
there are endless things to learn from you.