THE AMENDS LETTER

Here

not there

Now

not then

when I was

rage rouged.

Years

molded me

softer

another man’s hands have

tendered me.

Days full of

bright moments

some dark places

and occasionally

a tireless silence.

Here I receive my

amends letter.

Not then

but now

a relic

flown to me

so

he

I

can complete the circle

and stop

examining our

lives.