Guilt

I tear through jewelry box after jewelry box

searching relentlessly

…I can’t find it…

my engagement ring

I have never lost anything like this before

suppose it was stolen?

Suppose it was swallowed by the floorboards?

What do I do now?

A life without having to see that hunk of garbage each morning when I look for earrings?

Unthinkable!

How will I manage to feel guilty each day?

How will I walk with this weight off my shoulders- will I float away?

What will it be like to hold my head high?

How can I thank the burglar

or this house

for ridding me of the one thing that wouldn’t

burn.

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