September 11, 2005

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  I walked 27.3 miles to see her.

  
  

     How does one properly beg forgiveness?

  
  

  The road shimmered with heat and toxic sweat,

  
  

  The sun beat down on me like an abusive lover, hurting me

  
  

  Because it knows better.

  
  

   

  
  

  I looked at my feet under an overpass.

  
  

     To receive, one must first give.

  
  

  Angry blisters throbbed and bubbled, my

  
  

  Soul lay prostrate in the face of my pain.

  
  

  Yet, I walked on.

  
  

   

  
  

  I hitchhiked for the first time in my life to see her.

  
  

     One must humble oneself before God.

  
  

  I had walked over halfway, and my water

  
  

  Was gone. For twenty minutes I rode with strangers

  
  

  Until they left me.

  
  

   

  
  

  I limped slowly to her door, dying.

  
  

     A great sacrifice must be made.

  
  

  She, an angel, tended me, cared for my

  
  

  Wounds. Behind her eyes lay a sadness born of

  
  

  My stupidity.

  
  

   

  
  

  I healed inside her home, upon her bed.

  
  

     A lesson must be learned.

  
  

  Though welcome there, a stranger am I.

  
  

  She smiles, but I see only teeth.

  
  

  No want.

  
  

   

  
  

  The next day it rained inside and out.

  
  

     Then, our sins are forgotten.

  
  

  The sun broke the clouds, the birds rejoiced,

  
  

  All was well but my heart.

  
  

  Ninety degrees out.

  
  

   

  
  

  So cold.

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