Uncertain & Afraid

Last night I woke up & mistook your tresses the for fallen golden leaves of Autumn, we were collecting for reasons I forgot the instant I tried to recall them…

…all that I remember was the way we walked through a forest admiring the gracious way that trees decay…

Do you remember last Autumn?

How we were fighting to forgive each other for reasons we needed to believe in without understanding,

like the words of a foreign song playing in the distance?

We will die whether we love each other or not*, but without forgiveness we’re all fucked,

& love has to wait for hatred & petty resentment to be castrated by humility.

All we have are voices defenceless against the night, but when the weight of you body presses against me the darkness ceases to be so deep…

So will you wait for me, & can we

forgive ourselves?