Redemption

„This could be worth it,“ he said,

and steadily spun silken thread 

around his fingers. Repeated 50 times 

until the digits were entwined,

and then, only then, he let me open the safe.

In it rested like a memory, like a wraith,

like a foretelling fantasy, 

a picture of me - 

holding his hand. 

When I looked at him in shock he said:

„Ave my dear, it’s better to end it here

or we’ll hold and hurt and hold again.“