i looked for hope at
the edge of my marriage,
the place where i do and i don’t
painfully intersect.
in the space where
silence says more
than words can mend
and holding on
means letting go
of being right.
when I finally found hope
it wasn’t in a promise,
but in the pause between
apology and forgiveness,
in the ache of trying again.
caring more
required
doing less.
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belonging
is something
in you.
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as you love,
you are
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