I closed the door.
But here you come
Of how I assisted in your
Time of need.
I can scarcely recall your face.
As my pain has worked to forget
The years you kept me waiting
And then blithely stepped out the door
Saying it was better for us both.
Forgiveness is sweet.
But so is amnesia.
I wonder of which I am capable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.