Thick fog surrounds a house
Sitting in a forest nobody visits.
Going to visit a person from my past
Held in the highest regard.
His hands pulled me from darkness
But his heart was forever elusive.
Time passed with no security
Or reason of why we never loved.
Two knocks on the door,
My heart pounding.
He opens it, and squints
“Who are you?” he chirped
Then turned around to walk away.
I begin to explain to him
Everything he did to me
How he helped me
So many years ago
He scoffed
As he walked in front of me
Shrugging every now and then.
Minutes into our meeting
It occurred to him who I was
He turned quickly to face me
One silent tear rolling down his cheek.
Memories flooded back to him
How he had spent hours
Trying to convince me
I was more than I thought at the time.
He remembered taking me to bed
Then announcing the next morning
I had to leave.
Before his tear reached the ground
I pulled out the gun
Told him I forgive him
Then shot him in the chest.
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