No Tears

She called late at night to tell me of his passing. I listened for tears yet I heard very few. My decision was made in the silhouette stillness. I'd not be attending though my thoughts were consumed. Ravished by the past I'm a dark-hearted daughter. There's no guilt anymore but the feeling's hard-spent. Though the years have rolled on and my soul is well traveled forgiveness is freedom I am not ripe for yet. A child's trust was broken, the pieces well scattered. Long time to glue them together again. So I won't be there mourning the loss of tormenter. Someday I'll be able to forgive them both.