Dear Forgiveness

Dear forgiveness
I'll confess that I
thought we were done.
But perhaps any lesson
worth the learning
is worth teaching twice:
so here I am again.


I'll admit it:
I thought things were supposed to be
easier, the second time
(and the third)
practice making perfect-
isn't that how it goes?
and love is a habit
(as is loss)
so why should you
be the exception-
and here's another confession-
my knees hurt
and my beggar heart
isn't empty of resentment-
that I have to turn up for
the feast you've laid out
(or so I'm told)
while I suspect that
all I'll be served is crumbs.