Funny—
it feels like life
has crookedly aligned itself again.

The crisis has passed.
The paper says
we’re divorced,
but our bodies
say something else.

You know exactly
where to touch me,
and I want to try new things with you.

I think I love you—
not with that
passionate, reckless love,
but with a mature one.

I know I have traumas.
You have them too.
And sometimes I feel ashamed,
because I’ll have to tell people
we’re trying again
when they rooted
for it all to end.

Thank you
for agreeing
to give us
another chance.