Guilty

To Delaney, a wonderful writer whose work I hope to see back on here again some day.

I found myself missing you,

Just sifting through 

Old memories.

And oh the tear that wet my cheek

When I did see

You left.

Just a little note tacked on your page

Uttering goodbyes to Writerscafe

But no indication of where you strayed from the path we walked.

And oh the humiliation that in me welled

When I noticed how long your absence had been upheld

That I didn't see.

A break I thought,

To release the words in your throat caught

But how stupid can I truly be?

Now how could I have asked you to believe in me

If you left and I didn't see?

If you left, and I didn't know?