Guilt reminds me
of a stray
cat.
You chase it away
and yet,
it comes back
when you least
expect it.
If you let yourself
feel pity for it and
feed the thing,
it parks its ugly,
puny,
lonely-for-attention
butt
on your doormat
and
won't
go
away.
Mom and Dad
watch me
write notes
to myself
and stick them
around the house.
Joy, Not Sorrow
Laughter, Not Tears
Life, Not Death
They smile at me.
They got the letter.
They understand.
Scat,
kitty cat,
scat.
I don't need you
sitting around here
like that.
YOU ARE READING
I Heart You, You Haunt Me.
Mistero / Thriller~I did NOT make this book. I am just posting this for people who want to read this book, without having to buy the real book. All credit goes to Lisa Schröder~ ------------------------------ Ava can't see or touch him, unless she's dreaming. She can...
