Forgiveness

The Time Machine was never built. The reset button never appeared. The days kept going and never slowed down. Oh what a fool I was, to act so tall and proud. To be taught so young you don’t ask for help, you dig in deep and bury those thoughts. But my roots stopped growing and began to rot. A sapling wouldn’t know the consequences he made, would still haunt him today. As a fully grown tree. Alone in a field. Never was such a mysterious word. Until I grew up and understood its true meaning. Never have I forgotten the memories we made. I was just a young sapling. I’m sorry my friend.