I didn’t know:
that I would leave here
that I would grow distant
I didn’t know:
how many years would pass
before I returned
nor how I would change
I didn’t know:
that I would make mistakes,
that I would fail you
and then come back fearful,
afraid that the mistakes were too great
I didn’t know:
that you, as always, would forgive me
tell me that it didn’t matter,
that you would still indulge me
and allow me, imperfect as I am,
to come back through the door
You knew:
as you breathed the air
that surrounded me, as you held me,
touched your skin to my skin,
embraced my body, wrapped
me in the blanket of
your love, your heart
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