Forgiveness Feels Like a Rotted Grave
Our love was like a fairytale dream,
the kind you read about in a romance novel;
we had it all, our future was bright;
who could ask for anything more.
And still you chose to have your tryst,
and toss our love to the wayward wind.
It was you who decided to walk out the door,
to cast the death knell on our love;
you turned your back on our storybook marriage,
and chose to bury it in the ground.
While you were out there having your fun,
I was left to pick up the pieces of my heart.
I was so naïve, I never saw it coming;
I thought our love would last forever,
but you tossed me away like yesterday’s fashions,
like you would old clothes out of season.
And now you show up at my door,
and ask me to forgive your indiscretions;
but forgiveness feels like a rotted grave,
and to exhume our love would surely reek.
June 2, 2018
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
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