I am halfway through
processing your papers
ready to be stamped with
my seal— Forgiveness.

This heavy heart softens
like rain on paper,
ripe fruit within
crushing hands.

Yes, you can take whatever
you want from this drawer of a heart.
I am sorry you hurt me,
apologies for being mad.

here are your papers,
already stamped.
you can go without guilt.

signed, sealed, folded,

you are forgiven.

—1:33AM