"Forgive me", said she.
"What's there to forgive?"
said he.
"You don't need forgive
the ones you love truly."
continued he.
"You never hold them to task
for what they did not or did."
he paused to breathe.
Long has he
forgotten since,
who he was
and all that's past
before she became
his only present.
He is still seen
ruminating to self
across the corridors empty.
Empty as....
the "next-of-kin" column
on his nursing-home sheet
For she never really asked.
And he never really got
to forgive her not.
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