I woke this morning … clean of guilt,
my damage no longer mattered.
Time dissolved my failings, wrongs, my hurtful ways―
all at once traversed, shut and shattered.

Failings faded behind heavy doors that blot the past …
Doors I no more long to batter ... or clatter.

I know what I did, this selfish man.

To rise forward from your onerous song,
I must move on,
From far gone tastes, smell and lust,
No longer gained, flittered away and teasing,
my immoral eros-driven errors,
that weighed opaque on my continued meaning.

I must move on …
Hear me now, and know I’ve forgotten,
but in past moments cried,
that I was wrong.