How am I responsible,
For someone's life choices
In the past ?
Their resolve to mend things,
With me in the present?
Even if I am prejudiced,
In the present,
How does it matter?
If I don't let them speak to me,
Whichever way and whenever they want?
When I don't wish to talk to them ever again?
It shouldn't.

Who are they to guilt me,
Into feeling for those who harmed me in the past,
And wish to resolve the knots in their present?
I can't undo their past,
And do not wish to get entangled,
Even as a speck of dust in their lives,
When they never thought about me,
When I was in truth a boulder that sheltered them?