Open ended.

What would I ask, if we had an afternoon…
And if you promised to answer everything honestly.

I’d ask about periods of time and the thought process.
The pre- and post- decisions… (Was it in-the-moment, or with deliberation?)

I would ask about summer. I would ask your interpretation of words and letter.

I would ask about secrets.
Of what seemed like passion and coldness, and the ebb and flow…
And when it all washed away.

I would take all your words and weigh them.
In an attempt to determine… was it me, or you? (For fault? For trying? For… what exactly? Maybe I would ask for your thoughts here…)

Or if it was all a misinterpretation.
Yet what can we offer now, but apologies.

And forgiveness.

So if that afternoon never comes, and the questions remain forever
Open-ended

Perhaps we’ll walk straight on to forgiveness…
I think that’s where the questions were leading all along…