Domestic Violence

She looked at me as if to say
forgive me, I’m sorry.
I promised her she’d done no harm.
She begged me aloud, over and over,
forgive me, I’m sorry.
I tried and tried
to reassure her
but it wasn’t enough.

I understand that you’re hurting,
that you think you’ve done me wrong,
but I promise, I swear,
you’ve done nothing.
Nothing to be sorry for.
Nothing to forgive.

He came home.
I saw the look on her face.
And I understood.

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