Forgiveness Fell Onto The Floor One Day
Rolled on the carpet and stopped.
I went to pick it up,
But would it break if moved?
Forgiveness can be fragile.
Maybe I’d make things worse.
So I called my wife into the room,
She always knows what to do.
Except this time she didn’t.
“All you need to…,” she said,
But then stopped.
“I don’t know. Deal with it.”
It’s been a while now.
Forgiveness is still on the floor.

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