To Err is Man

To err is man,
why can’t you forgive?
as perfect, I could never live
up to your perfection,
erasing all my errors
to get your attention,
yet a dandelion amidst the wind,
all fly away but my skin­ —
my sin, entrenched in me like a scar
no matter how much I raise the bar,
I know I could never win —
not for the right I’ve bled to show
but the wrong I hid as I hid along
myself;
how could you love another man?

August 4, 2017