I had hoped
That things were
Meant to be
I cannot lie
When I’d thought
That we’d lived
In sunny paradise
But it was
Just Indian summer
As seasons change
And things that
Were hopeful maybes
Turn to ice
On ponds and
Clink in glass
Chilling now like
That long summer
Two seasons ago
A word about
Forgiving and forgetting
The offer of
Forgiveness provides hope
Hope that things
Will be better
But some things
Are simply unforgivable
Those selfish believe
That forgiveness and
Hope are weaknesses
To those and
Them the only
Thing to do
Is to forget
Forget those and
Also forget them
Because they’ve already
Forgotten about you
Way too little
Much too late
Too much time
Too many lies
Too much forgiveness
Broken trust too
Too too many
Way too many
Much too many
Too many’s too
Now too long
Not too soon
Us two too
Back too to
Being alone too
And like Charlamagne
My past is
Littered with the
Corpses of men
Most are unremembered
Those that are
That I thought
Special gone too
All called carnage
On a campaign
To prove myself
Now alone amidst
Seas of bodies
I now wonder
In this silence
About the cost
Of my selfishness
And the price
I will pay
The ghosts are
Gone I’m no
Longer haunted by
Selfish mistakes which
Tripped me as
I ran through
What appeared to
Be a prairie
But which was
Really a cemetery
Filled with skeletons
And noxious things
Free at last
I sit alone
Past the forgiving
Onto the forgetting
