Guilty

By Damien Knight

I am not in love.
This is different
than being in love.
I’m not just dreaming,
no I am scheming.
The guilt of this,
Longing and thinking.
The desire: forgiveness.

When I was certain
I’d fallen, I was high
No drop of the curtain
Hits me now, stone sober.
I feel unchanged, free.
Free and fully guilty.
I can’t handle it still
But my heart must.

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