how forgiveness feels:
like the game starts over
0-0
and this time I won’t keep score

how forgiveness looks:
a stoplight turns from red to green
I walk into the room and look them in the eye
I lean in when she whispers

how forgiveness tastes:
a warm tomato from the garden
mint or lemon tea
no indigestion

how forgiveness smells:
a clean house
wholewheat bread baking in the oven
after rain

how forgiveness sounds:
“I was wrong”
“Thank you”
like a song

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