I Weep as I Try to Deserve You

Each small oblivious act of grace bestowed upon me
Is both a joy and a pin prick.
As conscience needles; the day blackens,
And your kindness gilds a hopelessly tarnished soul.

Waves of regretful love wash away nausea.
As the tide of denial erodes memory;
Which like a beach-worn stone is slowly, blissfully lessened.
The rough edges eventually smoothed away as before.