Breadcrumb #579

LYNNE SCHMIDT

I want him to tell me
It’s okay to be a mess
That these scrapes on my palms
Will scab over soon
And not scar like the other messes I’ve made.

I want him to tell me
That he doesn’t need an apology,
That needs me as much as I need him,
And some how the magic of forgiveness
Will sprinkle its pixie dust all over us
And we’ll be found in the woods
Holding hands again.

I want him to tell me
He’s sorry for my loss,
And say maybe he wasn’t there last time,
But he’s here now
And somehow have it be enough
To reaffix the splinters
In my bone marrow.

But most of all,
I want him to come back.

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