Poem: GUILT, by Marli Merker Moreira

One day he marks me down
and walks away.
He wings out
to places, I hate to know

Next, I want him so
but he tours
on a cove, I despise.

Soon I will not care
for the filth
he has as his den.

I bury stillborn dreams.

I learn to stay
in the crisp mist
far from his residues.

Today I howl him down.
My dreams wear padlocks:
No Entrance.

Today, I regret
Taking him back to the day
He came:
Not a word of excuse
Love
Why
Wherefore.

We set off from there.
I smother
Whys and wherefores

The mind, however, does not forget
And I revisit the boneyard
Of yesterday’s dreams.

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