It always seems to hurt more
than the damage you caused

and fades as fast as mountains weather.



Guilt and blame are 6 times divorced
and it's impossible sometimes
to determine if the guilt is
deserved or not.


Other times you just know.
You know you made a mistake
and it feels like pressure is pressing
your every thought

and all of them eventually condense
back into the memory of what you did,
what it is you regret.

It could have been physical,
insensitive,

but often is as simple
as a few words
that slipped

across your tongue without a thought.




Then there are those regrets,
the ones you know will follow you to the grave
though likely not attend your funeral...

The ones where you watch the thing you loved most
slip away from you
as the words did.
Though neither would ever be forgotten.

Some give up and try to forget
others are incapable,
and spend their lives
unable to let go.





The thing about guilt
is that as our bodies age
it kills us inside, as time kills us out

so that in the end
they die together.







but for that one in a million chance,
to some,
the pain is worth it
and they would do anything
to fix what they had done.

I,
would do anything.