I’ll forgive if you’ll forgive,
and I will love if you will love,

and I’ll have grace if you’ll have grace,
and I’ll be soft if—

please, be soft.

And I will pick
your green flags up

and put them back in all their holes,
and we can lay our yellow flags

down, down, down, together.
If you put your hands on mine and

pull, pull, pull with me, I’ll
lean back on you. Then we’ll grow together, and we’ll

stay every time, because I know better than
to want you for your future self,

and you know better
than to judge me for my flaws, because

we love each other’s core—past,
present, future, always

in there, and we could never
destroy them at all.