guilt lays discarded
in the bottom of the trash can
surrounded by
the detritus of life
it mocks
reminds silently
of the past
try not to look
but the harder you don’t look
the more it calls
draws the end
and back
and again you look
with every glance
the guilty memories
taste of the chocolate
that warmed the soul

April Wells

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