plates, glasses, and cups

all bathing in lukewarm water

filled with more bubbles than a canister

my fingers pruning from the length of time

spent cleaning these delicate things

made of porcelain and glass

Alas!  my thoughts run towards you

a love simply true

but like plates need a little bath

from the outpouring of wrath

a consequence of circumstances

out of our control

we just couldn't get a good hold

on what we wanted to be

deciding to cancel what was you and me

but as my pool of tears

stare into this cleansing pool I created

frustrated

I realize that I miss you

to the point that I can't breathe

because you aren't near

you aren't here

with

me

....

so when are we

going to take the time to clean up us

to rebuild trust

to make amends amongst ourselves

to escape this hell

that we

voluntarily

submitted to

like it or not

our destiny is wrapped into one another

we were destined to be together

our future

blossoming within our union

.

confusion

comes to those who aren't paying attention

to the nature of redemption

that is being extended towards them

I could count up the sum

of your wrongs toward me

but where would I be?

harboring anger to the one I love

my gift from God above

who didn't know he was a gift

heaven-sent

yet

accepted shame like damnation from hell

as if under a spell

was convinced that he wasn't good enough

to be loved

by me.

yet I

willing to pry

into the depths of your heart

shine the flashlight of truth

and my love becomes the proof

that "love remembers no wrongs"

that all of the songs

about forgiveness doesn't have to come from a kiss

that mercy and grace actually exists

existing while being extended towards you

What are you going to do?

Like those dishes we need to be  cleaned up 

but, I'm waiting on you

©Simone Holloway, 2015

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