Rear-View; Mere, Or....

sorry, the title follows the piece too well not to do....

I cannot forgive the past

anymore than I can absolve the future,

for those things that are yet to come.

It was what it was,

and will be

what destiny declares it.

So it is with the past;

these things  that are unchangeable

and immutable.

My forbearance of an apology

is not out of spite,

but rather logic.

How can I provide forgiveness

to the dead

and gone?

Shadows; these things that linger…

shadows of what had once been

and can never illuminate

again.