forgiveness beckons
for there would be no point
in laying out each occasion
spreading its legs
bare and flayed
for us to savagely purge
forgive these worn out hands
of mine
that ripped you at the seams
that siezed words
as vice
weapons sliced
Forgive my humble shame
it was born of fear
of losing
that in which
i hold so dear
any residue of spite
is left in yesterday
today is pure joy
and there is no more time to waste
on hate
forgive the memories
they are stepping stones
which led us to this place
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