I think you couldn’t forgive me-

my blurry vision,

eyes red that day on Lime street,

too many tears,

too many missteps,

too many accidents.

This crushed me too-

though you didn’t know it.

You begged me in the afternoon

on a Fall day

mid November,

amid dirty leaves and despair,

you wished I were smarter.

But I’m not,

and I’m sorry.

I couldn’t fix the fractures

in my brain

or the fracture between us.

You couldn’t forgive me,

and you still don’t.



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