Quantum Leap

Having rudely stabbed me
seven winters ago
you come here
seeking me in exile,
wanting to hold my hands,
embrace me tight,
left and right.

You are dying to open up
and speak about the insanity
of those seven years
and shed rivers of red-tinged tears,
tears of suffering,
mine and yours.

I hold back
but only for a moment,
as my vow to break from you
goes to pieces
and my reticence is flung to the winds
when I look into your liquid eyes
and read the mute language
of regret, remorse, repentance.
We rush into each others’ arms
almost in a trance.

You have said
all that need be spoken,
and bridged the gulf of seven years
in that quantum leap
right into my bosom,
from where all is forgotten
and forgiven.

For it was not you that stabbed me
but a new creed of violence
born of hatred and intolerance
that failed to convert you
just as your violent deed seven years back,
failed to convert me.

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