Forgiven Too Soon

You told me your stories, opened the seams,

with a voice barely trembling, just low, just true.

I nodded and listened, you unraveled my dreams,

wrapped me in comfort I didn’t pursue.

It was easier then, to let go of the strain,

held out on the table, a truce with a cost.

You twisted the knife, with not much to gain,

yet I swept it aside like the things that we lost.

The empty chair across from me remains cold,

like the truth left behind, stifled deep in the gloom.

I forgave you so easily, chose peace, bought the mold,

but this heart it still aches, stuck in the room.

Can I take back the grace, uncut all the ties?

Or am I forever tangled, in kindness laid bare?

Forgiveness wears thin, with regret in the sighs,

like whispers forgotten, just lost in the air.