A Man stands in a Cemetery, reading a Letter He wrote forgiving His long Dead Father. The Mother of a Girl killed by a Drunk Driver is racked by Fantasies of Retaliation. Your Boyfriend begs You for one more Chance. You say the Mirror You're done hating Yourself. But You know You're not. Maybe instead of Forgive and Forget, it should be Forgive and Remember. Remember that You might have to wake up Tomorrow and Forgive all over Again. And again,and again, The way Your Heart keeps beating like a Drum. Forgive. I Can't. You can. Forgive. Forgive. I can't. You can. Forgive.
~Augustus Hill, OZ