Reality can often be cruel
It can be unkind
As time speeds by in a blur,
I try to infer
What he means

“We won’t speak until you have remorse”
Remorse? For what?
For walking away as we screamed at each other?
For taking time to take the hard road like he often scolded me for not doing?
For what I did?

I had remorse for the betrayal and the backstabbing
So I changed.
I had remorse that I wasn’t doing well for myself
So I started working on those

Am I perfect?
No
I never will be
It’s plain to see
Only I am truly free