Forgive me?
I want to feel the release – To have this lump of remorse gone from my throat
To feel this hesitant anxiety drain from my hands.
And for you to smile a smile where I can’t see the disappointment any more.
A smile like you mean it – a face full of sweet understanding that tells me we go on.
Your blank expression washes the color from my skin; turns my blood cold and
Inevitably releases my tongue to speak the lingering thoughts that once wisely had stayed behind
And only with anger have grown to fruition
Now that they’re free-
I finally see you smile.
POETRY_Michael Weems
