The Long Awaited Recognition Of Faults

A flood of nervousness
pours through me
as i make my way
to the table reserved

thoughts of past debates
not long in closure
come rushing back to me
then. when least needed

of all those long gone talks
i had triumphed
always having the final word
never giving in

but this is different
you've beaten me
but to admit such a failure
is something to hard

i see you approaching
you sit across
your eyes full of something odd
my stomach turns

i wring my hands in my lap
conjuring up the words
with courage i never knew i had.
"i was wrong. forgive me."