you wrote the letter asking forgiveness,  

a mailbox in Canoga Park sheltered the opening 
what's to forgive...
i am yours-- 
you are my one and only

still, I threw the letter away 
the humiliation was eight years old, 
scabbed over, healing nicely

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 an appropriate response


To err is human, to forgive, divine. 

Alexander Pope


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