There’s something about the way people leave
that makes you want to bottle who you are
and keep it safe from the world.
You have a brave face that only lets you rent it
for public appearances and old relationships
you plough the road of failing friendships
where awkwardness is an easy language.
And forgive everybody but yourself.
Forgive yourself for convincing yourself
you will never know a greater love;
for creating this architecture of doom
and living underneath its leaking truth
for there is overflowing love
lining up to engulf you.