the letter

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.

Alexander Pope