Guilt Of The Past Poem by rutie Beshires

I could have done something

Not let him leave days
Coming back nights weary and angry
Could i have made him stay for a day and see the result 

Because for so many days
One day was all it took
One day was enough to steal  his memory from me
One day was the coming and going of life 

But that cursed one day  In all its shameful glory
Was the end of him

Mostly it was the end for me 
I could have stopped this 
Regret lives off of me
Breathing my air
Thinking my thoughts
Bringing the same words back into my mind  I could have done something