Eric Ashford Poet Free verse

O Well

I have almost absolved myself 
from causing that emotional mayhem
that a youthful spirit engages upon
not having yet acclimatized itself
to whom it is, or what it would become. 

All those lovers and haters
bought into an early copy
an unedited work in progress.
It’s the pity of youth that we 
never give each other time for regret. 
Apologies may or may not arrive decades later
often they are just  told to the sky.

Forgiveness is given and accepted
between distant shadows of us.
We tidy up past regrets in an old room long vacated,
until eventually we arrive 
at that state of stabilized imperfection 
most of us hope to achieve.

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