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Poetry

For my beautiful woman, the other half of me I never knew I needed until I finally met her.

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by TheGuide_

by TheGuide_

I was forgiven.

No. Not in person.
I never received the words.
I never got a letter
Or an apology.

No. Not over the phone.
It doesn't ring.
The messages don't send.
Nor receive.

No. Not through another.
My friends still greet me.
Talk to me.
All in such, normally.

Through a person.
I got my apology.
Through a woman.
I got my apology.

One who does not understand.
The healing she does.
The mending of my soul.
The fixing of my life.

Through simply existing.
Through being around me.
Through accepting me.
I found my forgiveness.

I found my apology.
I found my condolences.
My understandings.

I was forgiven.