Blue sky, fields of flowers,
They all stretch on forever.
Why am I here?
I step forward,
The pure white lilies,
They silently remind me.
I feel her presence.
No hate, no pain.
Just peace.
Turning my head,
Glancing behind,
I know she's there.
The feelings erupt,
Guilt, self pity, pain.
This is all my fault?
She lets me know,
She's glad to see me again.
Why doesn't she hate me?
She asks what I want,
I think before replying.
Her forgiveness.
She brushes my request gently aside.
Like nothing happened that day.
Does that mean my sins are forgiven?
Or is she too angry to forgive?
Then, before I can reassure it, reality crashes back down around me...
