Guilt

We don't talk about her,

but I think she crosses all our minds.

I know I think about her

now and again.

And our silence, it must be from the guilt

because we're the kind of people who can't keep our mouths shut.

Maybe we tried our best.

Maybe she was her own train-wreck,

but I can't stop blaming myself.

She pushed away; I could have pushed back.

I could've opened my mouth

instead of standing and staring.

I could've forgiven the things that didn't really matter.

I could've been a better person.

But I stood silent, watched,

sometimes laughed.

Even when I knew better.

I knew I was failing her the same way people failed me.

I knew better.