Proof of Loss
I heard a voice say—
Choose ◊ the path that keeps your hands clean
or the one that keeps you whole.
So I crossed the river without looking back.
The water forgot my name.
⁂
I crossed the river again.
The water remembered.
❧ This is where the promise was kept,
not because it was true,
but because it was spoken.
I said I was fine※
and the room agreed.
※ The lie was practiced, not cruel
¶ I believed silence was mercy.
¶ I learned silence was consent.
Will you keep my name†
long after my body has left.
† not spoken aloud
Trust → exposure → loss⇒ wisdom
¬forgiveness shaped the room,
an outline where peace should be.
I forgave you ↬
The wound curved back into me.
You knew the cost‽
Yet you call this love⸮
I loved you
before I understood.
I almost said your name‥


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