Let's forgive

Let's forgive.
from the woods last summer
to the lake under
a clean sheet of stars.
but a turnaround is more
than empty words,
and a laugh is more than a wistful smile.
a coat on cold shoulders
and a hand placed on a painful brow,
that would be the gesture,
the signal
saying,
"it wasn't forgiveness
if it wasn't an embrace."