Unmethaphored

You forgave and you forego
Your lungs opened and unburdened
      breath fully, freely expanding your rib cage
To live and be alive
The forgiven sent you a message
      requesting final acceptance and indulgence
As he was assembling the pieces
      of the edifice they built together
Out of clue and full of hope
Their bodies merged and swelled
      weaving a weak sense of peace
But the tension
The tension of the unattainable
The smell of freedom and new beginnings
      these widely opened doors
And recollections of insults
Summarizing an uneasy end to it
      is just not the same
Unmethaphored like it was