Sapphic

Forgiveness

Falling, drops of water down your face
unnoticed. I've gone beyond the urge
to help you. Instead I hand you
a fresh tissue.

Simply, I wish I cared how you are feeling.
But I am caught in my own anger
and so your guilt no longer moves me.
Except it does, some.

Someday, I'll find the weakness to forgive you ,
pretending that it never happened.
And we'll forget you ever hurt me.
Until you do.


dawn 10/2/11