They Live With a Sin

No--I am doing no harm;

though after I heard you were gone

I began writing in a notebook--

writing about all of them.

This time around

I want to leave it be.

But it is also my birthday

and cannot be kind

enough to forgive.

Each one of them

left you to die here

in front of everyone.

In plain sight of

every neighbor

passing by.

Cackling their sweet

& mocking laughter.

But all of this

will come together

eventually...after

they tire of

breathing all day.

Living with 

such a sin.