Forgive Me

I was wrong, and somewhere, so were you…
Things were never as bad as they seemed.
A few uttered words of my soul,
and a few of hers, dissolved it all—
the unnamed thing we had between us.

Hope is all I can do, and all I have now.
Things will be the same again someday;
I’ll hold the same dreams in my eyes
and taste those tears of joy once more.
I’ll hear those words one day—
but silence is all I assume for now.

I’ve heard it often: time heals all wounds.
But feeling—can it ever be surpassed?
This is the one thing I know, after all of this:
some things will never bend to your will.

So I let go of all my complaining—
forgive me, because I was wrong.