Seventy Times Seven Poem by suxanne popp
Seventy Times Seven
I closed the door.
But here you come
Bearing compliments
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.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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