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I forgave you eons ago, though you never knew, or asked, or expected forgiveness was due.
I released the anger, that lay pent up inside me for all the shortcomings that widened the distance between us.
We were strangers, at odds with everything that meant anything to the other.
Engaged in a war of wills; locked in a battle in which there could be no winner.
There was never a moment before that spark of hostility ignited between us for us to know each other's dreams, hopes, fears.
We were merely two gladiators facing each other in a supreme struggle to control the safety of our hearts.
We never had a chance, this time, or the time before, or at a time before that.
So, I ask, in all humility, wait for me; look behind you, now and then, listen for the sound of my voice, as I reach through the portals of time to beg your forgiveness too.
copyright 2001 bj pearce for my father
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