The sex was better and greater than expected
secrets and lies wrapped it in extra excitement;
it was the loyal heart that waited unknowing
would reap the awful stain, be the one left in pain.
Deepest regret never washes it away
never completely erases the betrayal;
puts it all back the way it was
like the same furniture in a re-painted room.
What's done is done, there is no going back;
maybe in time steps can be made to move on.
But in place of a promise, a soul now bleeds
over vows once made forever stolen away.
Only forgiveness can ever put it on a shelf;
make the choice to walk away from the closet
where all ancient skeletons lie abandoned
and covered in the dust of mortal sins.
Carolyn Brunelle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-mortal/
