Guilt

Guilt

Stop smiling at me out of your photograph
I know you are crying

Your toothbrush sits in a little holder
It will not be used again

The food you bought for our evening is still in the fridge
I shall eat it alone

Stop laughing at me out of your photograph
I know you are crying

We made love in an understanding silence
Now I make toast

You would never give me the chance to be myself
Now I am me

I hope that you will be happy somewhere
Not with me

She giggled at me out of her picture
I tore it up