revenge is something we can understand.
it makes sense in this world.
an eye for an eye and all of that.
but
forgiveness is like a beautiful stranger in a crowd of cynics who have little to remember about hope, and even less control of the reflex to turn their heads and watch it re-enter the world.
Our heads turn and our paces stutter as we let hardened gazes fixate.
on this new and awkwardly misplaced guest
and even when you've left,
you leave us glancing the room to find you; looking distractedly over our shoulders and at the door.
but you are terrifying to approach and your gaze is hard to meet.
such as it is
don't let our furrowed brows chase you out
i for one
welcome you
to return as often as i chase you out
7X77
and pray your persistance exceeds mine
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