Forgiveness will
infect me
slowly.
Poison for me to
swallow.
Oh, but how much
better
I will feel.
How much better I
will
feel.
Hate is nothing
precious,
nothing scarce.
And my love for
you,
so out of touch.
This love I have
lost for you,
I never hope to
find again.
Yet, let
forgiveness color
my memories.
Let it color my
reality.
Because it surely
will.
For now I will
remember,
because one day I
will
forget.
And when I am
surprised
once again,
never worry—
you never need to
worry.
Forgiveness will
come.
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