GUILT

She died before her death. She would come to me crying Every sob, a desperate plea for my attention But her tears were lost on me Tears that held years of this rejection. I never cared; I never bothered to.

I still see myself in that tiny hospital room Sitting beside her defeated body. Sitting beside her deathbed Her groans, a flood of pain Running into the oceans, Running faster than the tide But slow enough To crawl down her cheeks.

I see the look in her eyes A broken spirit Distaste for the world and the People who are meant to love her Or at least pretend to Or at least try.

I hold her frail hands My grip is a cry for forgiveness She doesn’t say it, but I know She would rather die than accept my love

And she does.