Sunday, March 14, 2010

A year. Twelve months.

A year passed.
Though twelve months it is not like.
I don't know where you are.
I don't know where you've been.

Time heals.
Wounds closes.
And pain eases.
I thank God.

Should the wind carry this,
Know that I have long forgiven you.
And that my heart still skips a beat,
Each time I hear your name.

I ask that you forgive me too, Bibi...