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Forgive and forget and come home...

Poetry By: lifeofrhyme
Poetry



asking the Mother of my children to come back because we love and miss her...


Submitted:Sep 2, 2011    Reads: 11    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   


At first, when I found out, I was distraught

I felt justified and righteous that she had been caught

I wanted her to feel the same hurt and pain

But was pleased in a way as I'd been going insane

At first, when the realisation hit home, the proof

I felt betrayed and mortified at knowing the truth

I wanted her to tell me what I'd found was all lies

But could tell when we looked into each others' eyes

At first, I wanted to grab hold of her hair

Demand to know why she didn't care?

I wanted her to feel the loss in my heart

Ask her questions like when did this start?

At first, I wanted to track the perpetrator down

I felt the urge to chase my traitor out of town

Wanted her to realise it did not just affect me

Her actions had affected our young family

At first, I didn't want to live anymore

I cried when she left for a day on the floor

I called out her name and I begged to know why?

I thought of pain free ways in which I could die...

Then, I remembered my Son

Thought about missing out on hours of fun

I imagined how he would feel if I suddenly left

And of my love and guidance, he was bereft?

Then I remembered how it all began

How we held each other and we ran and we ran

I wondered how she would feel with the guilt

Of knowing she had destroyed what we'd built?

Then, I imagined her back in my arms

Asking forgiveness, swearing her love and offering her charms

And do you know? I could find no reason

For crucifying her for committing this treason

Instead, I wanted it all to just disappear

Knew it would all be forgotten next year

I felt awake and aware with the realisation

That maybe this was an unscheduled stop on the way to our destination?

I wanted her to say sorry for what she had done

I wanted her to remember where we had begun

I no longer wanted to rip out her eyes

Or feel pain at my death as she looked to the skies

Then, I thought, if she wanted to leave

It would speed up the end and allow me to greive

I understood that if he was more exciting

Why stay here when he seems more inviting?

Then, I thought, it is time to forget

Come home; and live not in regret

Just brush it all away under the carpet

And dream of the things that we haven't done yet...

We forgive you, we love you

We treat you like there is no-one above you

We want you back home where you truly belong

With us, with our love; and with his love gone.





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