Thirty Years
It will be thirty years tomorrow
Thirty years since she said she
loved him. Thirty years since she
found him giving things to her sister
that were only meant for a husband
and wife to share. Thirty years of lying
next to him, knowing he was waiting for
forgiveness but refusing to give it to
him. Thirty years of hoping she was
hurting him as much as he had hurt her.
Now she has forgiveness, now she can
give him love, but now it is too late.
Tonight she will sleep alone and pray
that he can feel her love, wherever he is.
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