The long grinding shifts

That felt like sand paper

I did that

And all the rough patches

Were caused by my hands

And I wish I knew why

And I wish I could erase it

But all my shame won’t show

That I love you

But it’s increasingly true

Like with a light on

Like a first breath

Like the summit finally

Like a desert drink

Like a crumbling

After a long shake

That takes down the wall

Of self-betrayal

That kept us from

Something truer

All mostly good

All mostly great

But I owe you

A step over the rubble

And a journey beyond

To the new and the holy

So can we go?

And can we hold hands

As we go?