A Poem

Time passes and you linger less and less

Has any healing occurred in the process?

I suppose, a scar where a cut had been,

Call it progress


But am I forgiving or just forgetting?

Time has buried the evidence in my mind

What was done, what occurred, what is worth regretting

You never acknowledged or apologized


And the reason I can’t hate you still

is not maturity or growth

It’s your power, your charm

that makes me forget about the harm you caused

and makes me regard you as a friend in my thoughts


So it’s not about letting go or moving on or anything

It’s just me, too damn tired to sing

your name anymore


I guess that’s all we can really hope for