Soul Less

It's amazing how some mistakes
will reach out of the depths
and slap you across the face at random.
Just when you think
you're starting to get over it.
Just when you think
you've suffered enough,
and the wounds can begin to scar.

I deserve it, I suppose.

I want to argue.
I want to defend myself.
I want to redeem myself.
What's the point, though?
It was done.
It hurt someone who was dear to me.

She may never recover.
The friendships will certainly never heal.

So why should I?