guilt,
for getting to me
the way you do.
Right in the wreck
of my revelation
and what I can recall.
There in my memory of Nova
is the home we built
on the strongest foundation.
Appealing affection
and not taking advantage
of every opportunity afforded.
There he is again,
guilt,
gearing his ugly head up
to tear me in two.
But there’s still whispers
hidden within my mind
that creep in upbeat.
Nothing wrong with starting new,
or saying goodbye to something great
that is soon to be gone.
