The Door was Mine

but the house was His

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The guilt always followed,
the uninvited guest
The terrible feeling,
unrelenting
heartless
all-consuming.

But I cannot blame him
I knew he’d show up
Turn up at my door
after it was over
Showing his teeth
in a crooked smile
Telling me I stooped too low
Telling me what I already know
I know this
I knew this
Yet I gave in
and he came in.

The door was mine
but the house was his.