July 23, 2017
guilt
where is my queen?
Whay are you at my feet
In pieces?
How did I and up here so fare away from home?
With you
So quite
So quick
All gone
Don’t ask me. You know
And it is better left unsaid
I sit here at the ruins of my… All
You are welcome to sit here beside me. You are welcome to leave
Give me your hand. I will fill your palm with rubble
Look me in the eyes so I can glance again at all that was
Smile so I could not forget my guilt