Penitence

 He was once.

He was kind.

I know he was.

He was attentive

And knew how to love.

He was gentle,

A porcelaine doll.

He was strong

Never thought he'd ever fall.

He was a dreamer,

A beautiful mind.

He was a warrior 

With the soul of a child.

He wasn't perfect

But he gave me hope.

He gave me life 

With the words he spoke.

That's what he was.

Now he is lost.

Now he is broken

And I think it's my fault.

Pardon Undetermined

I'd be lying if I said 

I was completely over it.

Time is at work.

This much is certain.

But beyond that,

I can't give you any specifics

As to how long it'll be 

'Til I let you go free

From the hook of the resentment I still bear you.

I realise that such frankness is unusual.

That I'm not being very "p.c."

But I'm not in the mood

To sully my brain

Trying to shovel bullshit your way

For the sake of appearances

And socially approved formalities.

We're past that.

You said your piece.

I've spoken my mind.

So, maybe now 

We can move on with our lives.

I know I preach forgiveness,

And this attitude of mine

Feels like a load of hypocrisy

But you must realise

Some wounds cut much deeper than others,

And for a hurt of this kind

Any remedy I may need to apply

Will only take effect over time.

So then the question is not

If I'll forgive you, 

For I doubtlessly will,

But when.

When...
And how long until then?