We can get by for a while, no one

will notice the holes, but we

can’t hide it forever. They will start to

see the threadbare spots, the

fabric worn thin, they will

start to notice chips and cracks and realize

our mistakes are everywhere,

our regrets are piled high in the back room.

We can get away with a few,

everyone has a few,

everyone is forgiven a few transgressions.

This is your line, I am not sure how

you are able to maintain this blindness.

Our transgressions have taken

up so much of the air, we

barely have any left to breathe.

Certainly there must be a time when

even you must see this.

by Cher Bibler