The Guilty One
I was never the one
guilty guilty guilty
of not not loving
the other enough.
You were meant
to be with me
but you are not.
Therefore
you were not
equal to
a great love
or the sacrifices
needed.
Were you too afraid
to commit to love
in a material age
where everything is sold
at market price?
Does your job
justify justify justify
your menial pleasures
or is your existence life
still meaningless
with status but no love?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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