When night falls and
the leprechauns sing,
I hum along.
Bravely, I battle
the distractions
of him, a former lover who
stopped biting back,
lonely with leaves
that fall
under a tree swept clean
from the wind,
(never a chance to gather and sit for fear
of being noticed and split).
When he teetered high
on a beam in
a place that once dictated
my every dream,
I whispered to him
through
blades of green grass,
I felt the heaviness of your sins,
and now I'm unmoved because
of them.
Healing and lighter,
I welcome the scars
of heroes
and helpers and saints
because
for the first time,
I believe in such things.
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