I forgave you years ago.
And yet you accuse me still,
Mistaking the fallout
For blame.
Only your talents
Could turn me into the villain.
You don't really want me to forgive
You want me to forget.

From you I have learned that humans
Are not a forgiving lot.
They know very little about the concept.
Show forgiveness to them
And they thank you with mistrust,
Greedily demanding it be proven.
They think they deserve much more than they get
And fear that they deserve
Much less.
They hoard it madly, like gold,
Biting it to test its true worth.

And yet if the tables are turned
And you seek it yourself
You must pull tiny pieces of it from them
Like teeth.