No Atoning

My mind drips
with the guilty blood of your memory
Your past
dissolves my conscience

These handwritten apologies
make this offense even more personal
But you were right
I can't kill a letter

Your regret?
It's selfish
Longing
for me to be your salvation

Mercy?
That belongs to God
It's not something I can give you
I seek my own redemption

The release
of every razor sharp shard
Broken memories
Words that scarred my soul

Burned
your letters today
And let the ashes of past
float softly away on the wind...