bad and blue

i have just read your
outpouring, the tour
of your soul's anguish.

the choice for me is either
the one or the other.
i am a tyrant roguish.

i have long stranded here,
long without a cheer.

in later comfortable years
recalling youthful tears
i may yet laugh to grin
at these my mortal sins.

ask not for the decision,
forgive the indiscretion...
our past we may resume
if its past is not exhumed.