Repent

Those three treasured words
often seem common or trite
spoken in the heat of passion
or as closure to a painful fight
But taken from your rigid lips
or given just the same
mean more to my disoriented heart
than I can ever explain
I've pushed you miles further
than you can safely swim home
It's too deep to search your sea
but my heart needs to atone
That numbing, emotionless hum
of nothing bleeding through your veins
that miscalculated passionless sum
from too much anger and repeated pain

Would that I had tamed the oceans
and prayed for more rain

As the buoy floats above you
but your arms and legs are spent
I'll find a way to hold you up
I'll find a way to repent

And if you tread better without me
I'll dive deepest into my own
Forever remembering my wrongful trespass
upon your unsuspecting soul

For SPM