Maybe I should forgive you,
I look at your photograph
And I realise you are only a man:
A human with traits and strengths;
Frailties and faults; struggling as best as you can.
In the photo you touch me,
A fleeting moment captured,
Then the thousands of miles return again,
The breach settles back into place-
All that we have in common is our pain.
And now I am feeling guilt,
Expecting too much of you,
Expecting too much from the two of us,
The depths are just that: too deep,
How could we possibly find a mutual truth?
So maybe I'll forgive you,
And maybe I'll forgive me,
And our common ground will be acceptance
Of here and now and to come,
And not the muddled mess there once was.

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Poems From an Odd Person
PoetryOddments of verses written from very young to now. All mine. Some daft, some extremely personal, some rather dismal... All poetry is a mirror of something.