you wrote the letter asking forgiveness
a mailbox in Canoga Park sheltered the opening
what's to forgive...
i am yours
and you are my one and only
still, i threw the letter away
the humiliation was eight years old
scabbed over, forgotten
we never spoke of the incident or the letter
i didn't have what it takes to go back
that was then,
and now you're gone
i wish i had written a simple "thank you"
To err is human, to forgive, divine.