Alphabet

How small they are—
our sins.
We could
break them down
into words
then into letters
which could seem
almost entirely
insignificant
if they weren’t
exchanged between us
in secret
in the dark hours—
and if they weren’t
forming complete
sentences
that were building
a bridge between us
that one day soon
we will cross over.
And we will
cross over—
and when we do
there will be no
forgiveness
waiting
when we need
to turn around
to go back home.

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
12-31-16

 

 

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