17 November 2006
EXPUNGED
There have been times when I’ve needed a second reading to catch an author’s subtext. If a photograph has a word count then our eyes must have been novels. Mine told the same story while yours, well they had a surprise twist ending.
Perhaps this is my punishment. For loving so blindly that I fail to see the obvious and even worse, act upon it. And perhaps we are frauds, you and I. Accusations lobbed back and forth, all of which are justified. Harm may not have been meant but the actions spoke for themselves.
And now here we are. Where there was one thing, only distrust, disdain and dismissal remain. I’m man enough to admit my mistakes. Without penitence how can there be forgiveness? Bridges were built to span distances. They certainly weren’t meant to be burnt.
