Guilty Conscience
No one told me Susan came.
She had gone before I knew.
She has a definite lack of grace,
Since I'm her family too.
Once when I was but a girl,
I entered as if on cue,
To find her talking about my dad.
It broke my young heart in two.
I never told what I had heard.
I wonder now if she knew?
Merging our worlds is impossible.
She avoids me like the flu.
Time alone will tell the tale.
She is paranoid, I think.
Yet, I forgave her long ago.
Her behavior really stinks.
Music: Killing Me Softly
Hmmmm, I think I understand this one. Some people, huh?
Surely the guilty conscience is not yours....leastwise, it shouldn't be.
Nice write, nice presentation too.
Kim