Poem: There is not a space between

There is not a space between

there is not the tiniest gap,
not a bit of room
for motion or adjustment,
not for me, not in this.
I know what was said
and it was important.
You must remember that.
You did so much harm already,
even when you knew the damage
that would come.  Now, it is too late
for those things to change
and I am expected
to continue anyhow,
am expected to forgive, even.
But that means
you must keep your promise, too,
even if it is inconvenient.
You made choices,
obligated yourself.
Do you want 
to make all of this worse?
Of course, I have said nothing.
I know it would not matter to you,
that you will do whatever you want
and will tell me I am the one
who is being unreasonable or cruel.
I should speak up about it,
but I do not trust you enough
to even accept
that I am in pain,
that this is me
wanting you take the actions
needed for healing
to even be possible between us.
I wonder if understanding that
would even make a difference to you.

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