Because...

 

I should feel

Guilty.

Why don’t I?

I know I

Have feelings

(Oh God

Do I know it)

And I know

That it could

Be considered

“Wrong”

What happened.

I do feel

Something

Though.

Not love

For that one

Has fallen

Off

The

Path.

Not regret

For that one

Is reserved

For

Other

Necessities.

Maybe… sadness

But not for

The reasons

You

May

Think.

Sadness because…

Because…

Because…

My mind

Shuts.

Because…

Because…

My heart finishes

The thought

It treads into

Territory not it’s

Own

It goes

Into

Thinking.

Because…

It wasn’t him.

It pounds

It beats

It doesn’t form

An image

For me

To figure out

All

By

Myself.

It just

Tells me

Softly but

Surely.

Because…

It wasn’t him.

That’s why

Sadness?

Guilt?

Love?

Regret?

Doesn’t matter

Now.

Because…

It wasn’t him.

I scream

Since that’s

All

That

Remains

Of what he gave me.

Because…

It wasn’t him.