This Time
he came of
his own volition
this time
he was rested
and i saw a
glimmer of
his old humor
in his eyes
a little put off
i played to his
mood and
the evening
went well
and you know
i felt relieved
some what comfortable
somehow
i guess i am
forgiving after
all
this time
you know, don't you
i am just that way
you know
how could i
be hating someone
long after i forgot
to remembered
what the hate was
about
so i forgave again
this time
Copyright © Janetta Harrington | Year Posted 2009
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