Brokenhearted, yet in his soul regret did reside,

For actions and choices, made in others' stride.

Each word, each deed, a pang of remorse,

He wept tears of regret, night after night, of course.

 

With genuine apologies, he bared his heart,

Seeking forgiveness, a chance for a fresh start.

Resetting the stage, erasing the past,

As if those wrongful moves had never been cast.

 

He toiled diligently, undoing his wrongs,

A leaning tower of mistakes, for so long.

Demolishing the structure, crooked and tall,

An eyesore to his heart, causing it to fall.

 

Step by step, he worked, day after day,

Removing the bruises, the painful display.

Plucking out the weeds, sowing seeds of grace,

Creating a future, where love could embrace.

 

But other duties called, responsibilities to fulfill,

He couldn't accept her forgiveness, not at will.

He knew her heart was pure, her forgiveness true,

Yet time was needed, to mend his heart too.

 

Haunted by memories, tender and kind,

That whispered at night, within his mind.

He needed time to heal, to make himself whole,

To let go of the past and restore his soul.

 

For he would accept her forgiveness, one day,

When his heart was mended, no longer astray.

Giving her time, a plea to keep her engaged,

In the chambers of his memory, where love was staged.

 

It was his own failings that he sought to improve,

A journey of self-growth, for which he would prove.

Too soon, too hasty, he couldn't let her go,

But he couldn't let her in, his heart told him so.

 

Constructing his mind, building up his character,

This time, he was certain, a newfound vigor.

But he wasn't ready yet, to open the door,

So she remained suspended, hanging in the air.

 

She waited patiently, her heart pure and clean,

Forgiving and forgetting, all that had been.

But he wanted more time, to secure his stance,

To ensure his decisions, would withstand the chance.

 

In the depths of his heart, a battle ensued,

His mind matured, yet uncertainties brewed.

He didn't want to lose her, nor let her in,

So she was left hanging, in the air so thin.

 

He yearned to release her, but not before,

He was certain, his heart no longer at war.

As he sought proofs and evidences of wisdom,

She remained suspended, in a state of oblivion.

 

He knew deep within, her forgiveness was true,

But he needed time, before he could pursue.

So she was left to heal, to find her own way,

While he worked on himself, with every passing day.

 

He couldn't accept her forgiveness, not just yet,

For there were still things he needed to reset.

But in the midst of his hesitation and doubt,

His heart continued to heal, without a doubt.