forgive

I forgive you. Do you forgive me. I forgive you. Do you forgive me. I forgive you. Do you forgive me. Your silence is deafening. It has become a part of me, no longer able to let it go. I say the words, but they have no meaning. The Good Book says to forgive those who have forsaken you, but I don't read the Sunday Paper. Do you forgive me. Do I forgive you. It's time to move on but the pain remains. Our song isn't our song anymore, I claim it. I sing it now.