Emotional Condensation. A poem about forgiving.

Repress and ignore feelings,
and false ignorance frosts.

Set them cold on the windowsill
and unlock.

Pry the pane and pray
breath brushes the opening.

The mold on the ceiling
testify against the you and me
of us. Not today.

A rise of beads down the wall,
frost transformed and tepid like tears.

We lean against the condensation
of forgiveness.