I took the high road,
spared you searing pain
of knowing what was said.

You took the low and
left a crimson stain,
bounty on my head.

I swallowed my pride,
chose to trust in time,
considered greater good.

You pushed me aside,
no reason or rhyme,
attacked me where I stood

Loyal, devoted whole
to you. Blindsided,
I reeled, am reeling still.

Do you know the toll
of persistent pain,
feel this bone-rattling chill?

Or has your low road
led you far beyond
memory of your deed –

into farther field,
dark territory
of love’s forgotten need?

I know, you think you
are on the high road,
but you falter, you sink.

Please meet me along
way of forgiveness:
no tears, no blood, no ink –

Just extended hand,
heart committed to
reconciliation

And kind eyes that look
on me with cease-fire,
no negotiation.