Only way I forgive
is to step away.
Stand in the moonlight
and move to the darkened side of town.
They will never find me,
come to know
how they believe they own me.
I could never find
a place to stand
within the space or love.
Loneliness is a lesson
to teach us to take ourselves out
and find some ourselves.
I walked alone for months
on the streets of falling out.
Where then I met people alone
in the middle of the street.
I crossed at the crosswalk.
And here we met.
This is no comparison
but a story of staying out of
the streets of falling out.
Yes leaving you was hard.
The tears and pale skin showed.
Now we talk
but have moved on to others more like us.
We don't need to feel shame,
just know we were never meant to be.
They were not like the pedestrians who God put at the same sign.
One said Falling Out St.
the other said Forward Avenue.
Split and broken up,
but happy with sigh.
I walk with the ones I trust with a place for me to stand between
on Forward Ave.
This time my friends are not numbers.
We are family.
And we reside on weekends
in our little place
that holds us together.
Take a left out of
Falling Out St.
Turn right onto
Forward Ave.
And you will find
my family and I
deep
and meant
to be.