Forgiven, Not Forgotten

Forgiven Not Forgotten

Lingering hope that he would take her back
She would forgive him of course
Telling him, "Shhhhh! It's okay. It's over now."
He would bring flowers along with his sob story
Feeling guilty like a child who teases a pet
He knew he was wrong, but that did not matter to her
What she wanted is his love and affection
Apologies, champagne, and Madagascar chocolate
Something he denied her when he beat her
And walked out that door without his belt
Coach suitcase with clothes unfolded and his sleek briefcase
He was going to "her", that wench who came between them
Her best friend and confidante!
She had bided her time like a spider waiting for its prey
Venom piercing his veins and her heart
Paralyzing their sallow souls
She should have kept a better eye on her
Confiding dirty, paltry secrets
Her friend understood, so she said, even encouraged her
Manipulating, causing a chasm between the seemingly happy lovers
He would soon find out the truth
This toxin wears off after a while
Bouncing back, he would realize the treason committed
Making deals with the devil only means eternal damnation
Judgment Day would come and he would have no answers
Just tired excuses weak in their expression
Feeling sheepish, ashamed, wounded
The family he deserted – six month old Timothy, and Sarah, three
The worst kind of evil imagined
Yes, he would return
Rules would be established
A set of laws governed by her
"You won't run very far next time", she mused
An electronic monitoring ankle bracelet
Yes, he would be forgiven, but not forgotten
She exists only in her fantasy
Twisted and sobering
That was enough for her