No more

He does not remember.
Oh can it be?
All the sin
That came from me?

Not a misplacing,
A sweeping,
Neglect,
Or loss

But a final,
Eternal
Costly choice of
Love.

He saw.
He came.
Was charged
Then slain.

He bled, yes,
But
so much more.

It was my sin He bore.

So He will remember
No more.