One Mistake

One bittersweet mistake

You willingly pursued and got to make

For growing trust to be aptly broken

And many words be left unspoken.

 

Two profound choices

From the loud, surrounding voices

But why did you have to choose

The one that caused a deep bruise?

 

Three bottles of alcohol or more

Which should be none, you swore

Under the spell of a mighty booze

You left me hurting; singing the blues.

 

Four o’clock in the morning

And the tears started pouring

As one waited and barely caught some sleep

Lost in concern, mind in worry so deep.

 

Five sets of arms that brought you safely

Success found despite the drunken frenzy

Six missed calls which prompted disappointment

And a huge wave of honest resentment.

 

The damage has been done, still I choose not to take count

Because the love in my heart is such a heavy amount

So may it be, dear friend, seventy times seven

The number of times you rise up, you will be forgiven.