by Chris Burton
i absolved You for myself!
i did it stealth.
Not for my wealth to accumulate when i humiliate my foes.
Am i gaining weight when i step on Your toes?
my heart burns at the suggestion that i should hate You.
Indiscretions pathetic yet i left You lesser in Your lessons
Your Mistake did not predate my absolution
it wasn’t immediate or without confusion
partly regretted i never asserted dominance
neglecting the puffed chest whose exhale is ominous
averted eyes, rapid glance
but it is of no matter
i will give You a chance to clear history,
my health matters more than my hubris
Scales measure Our friendship
can i really lose this?
afford the discord perhaps, but the scars stain still, no changing that