for A. S.

My tears could fill an ocean,

My wrath could shake the Earth,

And yet, before you I sit

As quiet as a ghost;

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I cannot let a breath escape

My chest that you make hurt,

Nor can I move the body

Which you make feel like dirt;

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I wonder how you’ve come here

And if you’ll ever leave…

No, I have not forgotten

Although, I did forgive;

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I know I would destroy you

If I so much as blinked,

Because you look so fragile

Weighed down by years of guilt;

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I have no wish to break you,

So I refuse to speak

The words you came to beg for;

This silence’s my last gift