Atonement

I searched her face for it
atonement,
in her eyes
which had seen
a spectrum of scenes
over years,
her brow which she
could have bent
signaling absolution
but she didn’t.

The last thing she gave
was a reluctant smile
so I thought
maybe she’s coming round
but before I could sit,
listen as she told me again
to toughen up,
to always hold my head up high
in this world
of vultures, redemption, sin
before I could talk to her
of mistakes and regret
her soul fled.

She died that night
fell to the floor
this woman who could command
the attention of any room,
she lay there cowered
alone on the floor
taking any possibility of peace
between us
with her,
and no friendship was found
no forgiveness could be given.

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