It was an expression of deep regret.
It was self-glorification hidden
Under a cover of self-flagellation.
It was both.
I heard the latter, and ignored the former...
Until I listened,
Really listen to another explanation,
And allowed for another answer.
The revelation brought a smile,
And a humbling possibility
To the center of my comfort zone.
I was not beyond change.
Yes, I could allow
Deep anger, concurrent regret,
And grandiose images to cohabit,
Without crying foul.
I was looking at the other
And exploring what was possible.,
Concluding that metamorphosis
Knew few limitations.
He might be very different than I supposed.
We might agree
If I could move away, just a little to the right,
And find a patch of sunlight green.
Was there much at risk?
Would it be awkward?
Might I lose face or spirit?
But wasn’t it worth a shot?
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