Poem Twenty-two - Unforgiving

I should not have said it.
I told myself not to.
But when I heard her voice,
It all came back,
The enormity of what she had done,
The finality of the result.
I had thought I forgave her.
But the loss overwhelmed me,
Crept into my reason,
Loosened my tongue.
I said it,
Told her how it hurt,
And she frosted up
Like a root beer mug
Being jerked from the freezer.
I hear from other people
She is unforgiving,
Will not forgive me
For not being able to forgive her.