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[REH-sih-PIH-səns]
Repentance is never enough,
without the echo: "I did it,”
and no wish to do better in the future.
Some come to their senses, recover, and return;
others know they need not.
One lie or a hundred cannot kill love, and Joe knew
to lie big enough,
over and over, so the lie becomes the air you breathe
for people who need to inhale.
Liars steal the truth and the breath from you,
So, make your first coffee, lean back on your chair, and say this:
Freeze sun, he told the dawn behind the window pane,
knowing no apology could ever make it better.
©Philippe du Col, 2024