six am surprises me with the dull ache
the old fresh disappointment
that i need to forgive you
that you won't do right
and you won't do right
and none of you can do right
and i've been waiting a long time for you
to
but i need to forgive you
that there's no strength in you
for the water in your hands
and the water in your wills
and the blood on my face
i forgive you
in the dullness of this ache i
forgive myself
for being so, so fragile
as to hope in you
and to love you