To D:
I hope you know that someday,
I might drop by,
And when you open that door,
You realize who I am.
& that.
As you go to apologize,
you feel something.
deep in your gut.
as you look down.
you realize what it is.
A spear.
A spear, from the one you held the most.
And I hope you're happy,
because your nutrients, and by extension, your life,
are my form of forgiveness.
- S.