The Words Rankle

the words you wrote still rankle in my heart and though I try, I cannot find reprieve you act so well; oh, yes,you play the part no matter that you've made a heart to grieve you move on with your life and soon forget the one you've maimed with words and set on fire no care for hell on earth; you've no regret a body charred and burned, I'm on the bier and yet you wonder why I can't forgive you come to me with smiles and proffered gift but true forgiveness I have yet to give you've not apologized; there's still this rift A time of reckoning will one day be when answer you must give for hurting me Eileen "Love means always having to say you're sorry" (the TRUE love story).