Water Under the Bridge (A Poem by the Golden Ray)

I reflect as I view the past:

Forever have I held my tongue,
O'er fear I shall attack you,
Rather than confront the past.
Good men are not like me, for
I have neglected to forgive
Virtually everything you did,
Envying those who forgive with ease.

Yet now I see my error, and mourn
Over it. However, it's now water
Under the bridge we have crossed.