The Weight of Forgiveness

They say forgive and forget.

Somehow I was never able to do either. 

Lying awake in the dark, 

tossing and turning between my warm sheets.

Replaying all the time I wasted with you, 

staring at the hands of the clock ticking closer to dawn. 

The sun peeks through the stained windows 

and I am not even a little tired.

This cycle does no more good for me 

than the coffee I drink every morning. 

Why should I burden myself with these grudges? 

I think of happy moments spent with you, dancing and laughing.

Such memories help me briefly forget and it feels like a gentle breeze.

Only to be reminded again of the storm 

and I hastily return back to my shell.