No metaphor just guiltiness

Guilty for taken her time away

Was it hers to begin with?

The clever friend with wider views has asked me yesterday

I didn’t know what to answer

But it was clear apparently at that moment

Guilty for not being by her side all the time

Is it that necessary to be a caring daughter?

The clever friend with her conjectures again

I do know the answer

Difficult to mouth it up at this particular moment

Guilty for not paying enough attention, nor having enough patience

Guilty for stealing time for myself and the lover I’ve found

Guilty for the lying and the hiding

Simply guilty because I’m trying to build up my life and leaving also the cat behind

Guilty because I’m using poetry to heal myself and to understand what’s happening inside this head of mine

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