It seeps down your portrait,
Like smudged mascara,
It reminds me of when I made you cry.
The tears counted in endless circles,
Performing their own dance,
only to stop when you rescued me,
caught me mid-fall.
Some nights I am still scared
Because to me, this was impossible.
Like when you hobbled down the path,
Merely a ghost of your former self
And I thought you were dead.
I can't believe how after all that,
you still wore your smile.
You told me that the truth would always be there,
Nursed as a comfort or strangled as a conviction,
There, always there,
I stood before you, shaking as you listened
As I told you,
I breathed in and waited for you to shoot.
I deserved it, after all you'd lost.
Yet instead I fell into your arms,
as you bundled me into a hug.
You whispered the words,
'I forgive you'
But that was before tonight.