Forgivable, mostly

We said forgivable things at three in the morning. They sounded smaller in the morning the way furniture in a new apartment looks smaller when you finally turn the lights on.

I did not apologize for the worst of mine because the worst of mine was true. I apologized for the tone. The tone was its own crime and it deserved its own apology. You took the apology with both hands and put it in the place where you keep these things, which I imagine is a small wooden box you do not show me.

We drank coffee. We did not touch. I think we are going to be okay, in the slow, unglamorous way two people are okay when they have decided to be patient with the same small problem at the same time.