Conversation talked of daily
Angst not of my inspiration
Calming my fears relaxed
Enough to listen as your needs
Spilled out, to render advice
With kind words that flowed cautious
Stepping quietly across a mine field
That one day previous was
setting fires right and left, wrongly
Arguing scolding demanding
Defending insisting dangerously
At the edge of ruin
What relief it was to only tread
Softly maybe trusting your word
As I needed to hear them
What possible smiles maybe laughter
Peppered our newly found
Common ground, trying expectation
To feed the desire of reconciliation
That has eluded us so strongly
As we persevere to an intended
Outcome of reverence
To each other
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