purged

purge me
of this guilt that rests
above my heart like a
stone
falling down a mountain
in submission

I haven't the time past
biting my nails
and wondering if it could have been
different

the door is unlocked,
the door unlocked?
my keys are of no use now
it swings open and I see the
hall's green carpeting
and crumbs.

purge the guilt
the guilt of scattered crumbs,
my bitten nails,
and time
wasted in pursuit of
you.