te absolvo

saw you at gym this morning
you looked wan, hair pulled back
you looked skinny & tired
I sat at the kitchen table trembling
at what happens to us in our quick lives:
the odd batches of memory
the seriographs of lazy pleasure
the tight drums of this daily penance

From the period right after breaking up with BF. We lived across the street from the school that B. was attending. I could watch her at her morning gym. It took me a couple of years to get past what I had done. And truly the penance for it never really finishes.