My Fault

 
  Today did not begin with sunshine  
filling my room
distorted through bent blinds.
   The dark skies gave prelude to the fact that you  
were no longer here.

The cold room is a reminder of the cross I must bear  
for what I have done.

   It’s my fault

    Months of counseling, a year of "I'm sorry’s",
and just as many “I forgive you's"
I realized that I don't.... I can’t
I'm sorry