They Will Sew the Blue Sail

Forgiveness Grief | Shane McCrae

Already what would kill you was

There     killing you     before you did

Those things that strip my memories

Of you      of love      already what

Would kill you was there     in the scans

Later I saw stained light how     hard

It was and is     still to accept

An innocent a physical       illness

As an excuse     I wanted you to

Have wounded me with your whole heart

As I had thought you loved me grand–

mother for what love ever did

I fight so fiercely as I fought

To keep the harm you did to me