repentance (poem)

A night breeze blew

and I had a dream

.

I went to all those

who I had wronged before

.

I am sorry, I said

Sure, don’t worry about it, she replied

but her eyes turned and looked elsewhere

to those who were worth more than me

.

I put a coin in a vending machine

but nothing came out of it

And no one to help me retrieve my coin

or to laugh with me

and call it silly

.

And I stood in the parking lot

but everyone had already left

without me

.

For I was not forgiven

.

I am not a poet, nor a saint

I have no words to paint the right picture

Nor pious actions to stand tall upon

.

I was not forgiven

for all the mistakes that I made

and left alone

emptyhanded.