Digress

I think I can forgive you
any time and every time you break my heart.
Maybe it's who I am, the forgiving kind
or maybe my heart's been broken so many times that it doesn't matter anymore;
I know life will still take it's decided course,
we will be who we were going to be
except on those scant but compulsory days that come loaded with nostalgia;
we will digress from who we were going to be for those days,
for just those days.