You’ll always have the years
we spent in fields of clover,
exploring worlds uncharted, moon to sun.
And I will not forget
your shield against the fury,
the guard of your protection, when I’d run.
You loved me at my worst
while I was still becoming,
and offered me a comfort not yet known.
Yet still, I let us fray;
I pulled till we unraveled,
when not a thread was false, or wrongly sewn.
I look to clear your view,
provide your walls a window,
and pull you from the cell that I built well.
I made no choice to leap;
the pull defied resistance.
Despite my careful treading, though, I fell.
In silence, I would break
to fix what I have broken,
and carry on, forgotten in my guilt.
For I know who I am
Today, what keeps me standing,
and all the many parts of me, you built.
If I could take it back,
unbreak the heart you gave me,
I’d wipe away the mem’ry of my name.
I’d place it at your feet,
then fall apart before you,
I'd bear the hollow void and walk with shame.
But I am not equipped
to seal the cracks you walk on,
or pave the stones beneath you, laid by me.
These words cannot erase
the scars of my betrayal;
the pages can’t be torn, but hear my plea.
I own what I have done;
I do not seek your pardon.
And though I hold remorse, I won’t regret.
The mark of you and me,
the firsts in fields of clover,
and how my story changed the day we met.
I only wish to take
the weight of what you shoulder,
and wear it as my own so you could go.
If you could find the path
beyond the plans I’ve tainted,
then all I’ve left unanswered, you would know.
Please take my final word,
a token from the wreckage.
And know this promise sworn, I’ll not betray.
One day the wind will pull;
you’ll fall without resistance,
and I’ll be just a stop along your way.
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