There were these times
that we walked into Wegmans
on Erie Blvd.
and you would grab my arm
as we walked in together,
as we grazed around the produce section.
Those are the memories that bring me happiness.
True content. When we could talk of anything,
nothing was out of bounds.
I hope one day, one day soon
that you can forgive me. And we
can begin to repair - I've said it out loud.
My talk doesn't hold true
without motion. But I'm giving you space.
I'm not going to shove again.
