I Have Not Forgotten

any of you. Not the long friendship we

somehow broke into pieces so sharp we

couldn’t hold. Or the love we tried so

hard to mend though it splintered like

a fence we didn’t post. I’m still not

sure what we were keeping in or out.

I have not forgotten the tender place

in which we met, where everyone gets

to put down the lies they’ve been told

are true.

I don’t know where you are these days

but I burned the stories of our failure

along the way.

I hope you’ve been heard and held

since we were thrown so completely

into who we are.

The places we break don’t seem to heal

as much as wear smooth, until what we

thought was principle crumbles like a

wall.