Guilt

Guilt

The tears dry and salt settles on my cheeks
As I sit, staring blankly at my four walls
Afraid someone will find the door
I can feel your fingernails
Scraping, down the inside of my soul
As the other hand clutches my heart
And guilt encircles me like a predator
Criminals in foreign places lose their hands for stealing bread
Yet I take a piece of you and remain complete
I think.