You can scrub off all your skin but not your marrow.
Some resonated hope till you whispered doubt into my bones.
So when I packed up all my things,
it never felt like I was leaving.
It just felt like falling to the ground while you kept running.
Sometimes I have this conversation with your picture.
And I think he knows, because he smiles
when I ask if he thinks we could be forgiven.
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