Guilt

early in my morning,
one for sorrow. how appropraite

had you been a man, and i a woman,
my mourning would not have been questioned

if you, at long last, tired of waiting for my love
had turned your face walked away,

and had i then, belatedly
found out my eternal love,

the corroding futility and guilt i now
burn with, wuld have been accepted

the tears i hold on to
as the last shreds of you

This, is not allowed
Or let be. Its not sensible enough

Reach back in time and crush the seed
This sapling is too weak is to weak to be tree

How did you let me be
I walked away, but I thought you would always wait for me