~*~ The Whisper of Forgiveness ~*~ The deathly cold of the shadows paves the path of realization, of wrongs and sins, committed against you. But apologies can not be forged in a cloud of forced machismo founded by my fear and faults and mis-guided decisions. You in your darkest hour Your faith that had burned as brightly as the stars had shattered, when you learned that the sky was filled only with candles, lit by men of ill-deeds. Your rock that had nearly crumbled with death had opened her eyes and cast her usual doubt- against you, against herself, against whatever had held you together. You with your hell-bent manner on the other side of things. It seems as though you were destined to be opposed by all in everything you do. The curse of Apollo on your head. The deed fell on me to tell you that the stars were stars after all, that the glow in the heavens was still in truth. Me, with my lies and deceptions- it’s only natural the answer you sought would seem a joke out the mouth of a scoundrel, but it’s the only mouth I have. The only mouth I lied to you with, the only mouth you could slam your fist into, the only mouth I could finally reveal the truth with, and the only mouth I could kiss you with. And when that kiss ended you looked at me with murder in your eyes, for my brazenness. And you looked at me in surprise, for my brazenness. And you looked at me with joy and relief for I had released you from your prison of necessary hate if only for a moment. I had given you what you wanted, what we wanted. And I had let you tell me with your eyes what you couldn’t, wouldn’t say in a million lifetimes. What your face hid. Bland hate lightly shielding your smile, desperately trying to hide it in vain. As I bid you farewell you held your gun but did not shoot, did not make me stop. My apology that night was said silently, just as your forgiveness was whispered without a word.