It was too late to even ask


He asked for my forgiveness

and in my continuing silence

I found an abundance of long-buried strength.


Daunted by the conviction of my strength,

and with no more interest in asking for my forgiveness,

he returned my stare with his silence.


 There was nothing golden about our silence.

But in that quiet, there was no weakness in my strength.

And because of that, never will he receive my forgiveness.


 Forgiveness should never be assumed.  His feeble request was met by deserved silence and fueled by my inner strength.



My first ever attempt at a Tritina for YeahWrite.Me