Unforgiven

Hear me, My Dear,
my words between the words.
This pompous imagery and such,
so frequent my creation...

As with the likes of you and I,
the paths we have traveled
have never been ones of ease.

No one has loved you,
or hurt you,
so much as I.

And that blade,
I am afraid,
is one of keen double edge.

These deeds we do so well,
with honed, practiced skill.
And so again,
we come to this impasse.

This uncomfortable silence,
awkward and uncertain.
Each unsure of what lies,
true, in the heart of the other.

My truth, My Darling....
I could never hate you.
How could I?
When so much of who I am,
I owe to you.

As for my trespasses
upon your heart,
malice was never my intent.

Although drunken,
and at times misguided,
all deeds were done for that damnable,
unattainable state of affection....

Perhaps logic leaves me to think,
I cannot believe we have come this far
in our life's journey together
to let it rest at this.

Is there nothing I can say
that would stir you again?
Am I to bear this leaden heart?
It's weight, forever heavy,
around my sallow throat?

For hearts are things, My Love,
that should never be trifled or trodden upon.
And if it must come to pass
that I now tread this path alone....

If this is truly the lot we draw,
Each for the other,
then with heavy steps, I will part,
and leave you to your journey.
And perhaps someday, to happiness.....