scared to call you

I regret not having the sense to know how much it hurt you to reject. I reject the notion that I could not have been otherwise. Otherwise is a country with closed borders. A second chance is only ever a new chance, living within memory. It is only through one thing that I perceive (an)other.

An elbow bent at a blue angle. A wine-coloured sea change. A gifter of second chances. The re-do that is an act of forgiveness. Smiling a second time, refreshing the other person with emotional colour. Blue violet smell of dew and sweat. Cat strokes.

Memory of you is a talisman. That’s why I am scared to contact you.

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