Forgiveness

In this very room I told you that I loved you, but said we would not act on it.

And then I went away, and gave myself to another man.

Yet I see you watching me, wanting me, loving me, every time we’re in the same room.

If he were standing here beside me now, would I still see the love mixed with the pain in your eyes?

I fear I would.

How can I ever ask you to forgive me when I can’t forgive myself?