Once in a while I have little thoughts, about those loved but lost.
"Let me remember!" That is what I holler into the empty hole where my mind once lie. Every time I repent, I do it over again. And sometimes, dreams just aren't cut out for revisions that reality makes. Maybe forgiveness is better spent on those who can be forgiven. Or perhaps I was absolved a long time ago, and can't remember.
Whatever the case, my sin is eternal. No matter what anyone else thinks, it shall stick with me. And it will keep me human.
(Oh so lovely Moody Blues' song 'dear diary' helped me through this.)