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.
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