Guilt

years of training aren't erased overnight
it must be me after all, it can't be the second husband
or the mother, the first one or that boyfriend long ago
my selfishness, laziness, stupidity or maybe
better so I'll hide here in the corner
and pretend the one who actually loves me isn't here
it's safer that way all alone
but it sure is lonely and kind of dumb.
I better work on that.