Epytaphy

I see right through you
Places you can't see.
I speak to you
Words of what you will be.
Don't ask me
Of how I know...
That is common sense.
And your lying now
Is just mind's defense...
Don't beg to forgive you,
When the time did its cast.
I saw right through you,
and forgave you at last.
Even before you knew
What your guilt was...
I felt and sensed...
And suffered for both.
So go on with your life.
Have fun to the most.
There is no strive...
The loss is a ghost.
No suffering torture,
All quiet at last.
Since what is your future?
It is only my past!