forgetting to forgive

it’s funny how

every time it happens

i forget

to forgive

would take remembering again

and i don’t have enough

attention to give to something

i’d rather forget

a bit easier than feeling

but every time

you scratch the scab

it starts all over again

the scar is there

for life

takes the path of least resistance

and how human it is

to be alive and wounded

to grieve

possibility

timelines i never traveled on

the weight of a new reality

you scratch the scab

as if we both didn’t know

you already roughened my edges

to protect me

or was it yourself?

what’s this scar worth?

what would you forget

to forgive

if the mark was already there?