Forgiveness in a water glass—
drink it deep.
Feel those chilled spheres of condensation
grow around its delicate rim:
tentative beads threaded to the surface,
each a tiny globe of calm.
A love existed—
simply because it cannot not exist.
This love is permanent in polished marble;
a hand-sculpted fount,
from which endless subterranean water flows,
always clear and cold
And it’s from here I filled your glass—
so drink it deep, love.
This aquifer is forever,
and will never run dry.