Leap Year
February 29, 2016
how fortunate to dismiss the wailing memory
of that first broken promise presented to me
how fortunate not to linger every single year
on the thing that nearly kept us from reaching here
how fortunate to forget the most painful of days
when innocence was crushed and faith unmade
how fortunate not to ruminate on such death
and finally find, in the wake, love takes another breath
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