Companions

I have moved into me
from a multitude of moments
and I’ve become weary,
in the looking and the searching,
and I don’t know when I saw
that Time, from his hand, held Forgiveness
two companions, one waiting
patiently waiting for me to brush against the other
I gently pick up the slight morsel
placing it in my mouth,
wanting Forgiveness to infuse itself into me
and I lurch forward
inhaling and exhaling my being into itself