Forgiveness

Dear forgiveness, 

why are you so easy to give,

but so hard to remember.

I forgot I forgave him,

years ago.

Like how God's mercy,

rains down on my shoulders.

But the thoughts came spiraling,

and I was left dialing,

his number to remind him of everything.

Like how the mountains remind me of home,

but so does fire.

Like how even the sound of a broken record,

sounds better than no music at all.

"I'm lost, and I'm dying,

on cold shoulder I'm crying."

Sings the voice of romanticist to stranger.

But forgiveness rushes in as I dial the last number,

and I remember how I can now sleep soundly,

even when I'm not in my own bed.