Caesar's Tabula Recta

They say time heals all wounds, but perhaps scars are forever. Perhaps they are like knots on a rope, a mark and twain calling out the depth of your mistakes.

I tease the thought of humble self reproach, like an offering at your altar, from a servant to his exalted. Yet, humility is inconsequential when weighed against your lament.

Regret is a powerful vice when pride is its ruler. On my knees, dampened against the crumbling banks of hope, I sip slowly from her. Your fading scent on a relic, long forgotten, my only antidote.

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