Guilt

They wake in the empty morning side to side,
Both make promises they dare not keep,

Yet the guilt remains absent

She takes the test with utmost fear,
Accepting the results, not knowing what is next,

Yet the guilt remains absent

He gets the call that he is the one,
He recognizes the fact, then moves on,

Yet the guilt remains absent

She waits for the ring of the dead phone,
He goes on without care, without fear,

Yet the guilt remains absent

Growing and growing, then decrease,
Knowing and knowing, then nonexistent,

Yet the guilt remains absent

Tears, tears, tears,
Next, next, next,

Yet the guilt remains absent

Contact again, but with pain,
Contact again, but not the same

Yet the guilt remains absent

She is now less,
He could have had more

The guilt has arrived

Sad but confident,
Confused and unsure,

The guilt now builds

She declares it over,
He sees it beginning,

Now the guilt remains

Certainty grows, affectionate existence flourishes,
Uncertainty progresses, artificial companionship increases,

Yet the guilt remains

From it all, the next is the last,
From it all, the next never starts,

Yet the guilt remains

For one the guilt was a lesson in life,
Making the tough choice sometimes is right,

For one the guilt was covered reward,
Curbing the love of a chauvinistic life

The work of the guilt is now done.