Sunday, 4 January 2009

The lonely farewell

Guilt for life?
Or is it?
She came late and we were getting late -
Should it have been this way?
Could it have been any different?
Why am I always the one left with the guilt?
Guilt for life –
Or is it just the fleeting, momentary kind.

It’s always me stuck here
In the middle.
Whispering lonely farewells.

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