The guilt doesn’t always haunt me and yet it does. I never go a day without thinking about her. Never a night without a dream. And yet, at times, I can’t remember the way she smiled or the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. She did laugh, I think. She did smile. Or maybe she didn’t. Every day I forget more. One day, I will have forgotten her entirely. Will I then still carry the guilt even if I don’t know why? Or will the guilt pass out of my mind like water through a sieve, gone as if it never existed? My mind was born to darkness and to darkness it will return. In the darkness, I shall finally be alive.
Your choice of words blends poetry describing a personal insight. Great posting! 🙂 I will reblog.
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Thank you so much. Sorry for the late response but I just found out that Yahoo decided to send all my WordPress posts in December to Spam. Silly Yahoo! Hope you have a wonderful holiday!
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