“Loss of loved ones and guilt”

Beneath a sky where silence leans  
On lamplight fading, dusk convenes—  
I walk the rooms where laughter clung,  
Now ghosts in frames and words unsung.  
Their teacups rest, untouched on trays,  
The calendar repeats old days,  
And in the hush of unfinished talk,  
The floorboards echo when I walk.  

Regret is gentle, sharp as frost—  
It counts the kindnesses I lost,  
The calls not made, the letters stilled,  
The little promises unfilled.  
Some nights, their voices seem so near—  
A half-remembered “I love you, dear”—  
Yet in the gap between intent  
And deed, my sorrow pitches tent.  

Forgiveness flutters at the door,  
Afraid to step upon the floor,  
For memory is both balm and blade,  
A light that flickers as it fades.  
Still, in the dawn when robins start  
Their brave forgiveness in my heart,  
I’m learning loss is not a debt—  
It’s absence teaching to forget  
The ways I faltered, slow and small,  
And cherish how I loved at all.

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