You are angry for my inability to be honest, as you say,
I am not angry for your inability to love me anymore.
I love you but I cannot be with you,
I could never leave you without making you hate me.
Perhaps it was easier for you to let go,
Perhaps it was harder for me to hold on.
I sometimes ask what supreme being would condone this irony,
You have renewed your faith since then.
I embrace whatever joy and hope future that holds,
I will neglect the prejudice and contempt in my heart.
One day you might find the grace to forgive me,
And one day I might find your love and friendship again.