Forgive And Forget

Time ceases with the falling axe. The motion in which it sweeps slows to a crawl and in that small, minuscule window of time, our eyes meet. A brief glance of two staring pairs, one blue and the other hazel. In your two misty, blue orbs I spy varying flickers of emotion. Your eyes act as the windows to your mind and they are reflected in my own. Upon your face, a crinkle of deep, sorrowful regret is seen. Regret for all that you have done. Your face deplores your actions. Your eyes wail for my forgiveness. You seek a pardon for destroying our lives.

It is not given. Your crimes are not of those that can be forgiven. You are doomed to traverse the plains of hell in eternal damnation. You will burn in the searing flames of the underworld for your sins and none shall save you.

Despite my unwillingness to forgive, compassion is found. I do not absolve you of sin, but love of the truest form, the love I feel for you, is unbreakable. You do not have my forgiveness, but you have my sympathy, my pity, my sorrow, my love and my heart.

The window closes and our brief moment of chained emotion ends. The executioner's axe completes its swinging arc. I cover my eyes at the last second, not wishing to witness the deed. A loud thud resonates out into the jeering crowd as the axe finds its mark. Jeering soon turns to cheering and before long the crowd disperses, hunger for bloodshed and entertainment satisfied.

Alone, it is but me and the executioner's block. At last, I bring myself to cast my gaze upon the aftermath of your crimes. Burning tears trace their way down my searing cheeks. My chest heaves, straining against my rapidly beating heart. I stare into the blood drenched basket below the soaking block and gasp, breathless.

Hazel eyes meet blue. Through it all, your eyes never looked away. In them, regret has been replaced with love and sadness. My own eyes are mirrored in yours. Two tear drenched, hazel orbs filled to the brim with sorrow. Two crestfallen pools of despair flooded with grief for not accepting your apologies when they still could.

Two hazel eyes filled with regret, reflected in yours; two misty blue eyes filled with forgiveness.