Today I forgave my beloved
for whatever harm ever he has done me.
All of me forgave
all of him.
Forgiveness beats
against my heart like the pump
in our old aquarium,
unburdened.
I feel the tickle of little fins
swim through me.
As if no harm had ever
been done
or its affects now long gone,
those old harms buried
in the muck, gray and bloated
at the bottom of our lives,
here and there just flotsam.
