August

Those words I never got to say

The ones that make me just that—

Me.

That thing I       never told you

Before the world swept you up

And away.

Then your heart gave out

And I asked any god who might hear

Was I the one to blame?

Was it my hand     which took

The air from your lungs and thought

From your brain?

Was it my choice in love?

Was it how I spent my time?

Was it the reason…

That I didn’t get to say goodbye?

Would you have hated me for it?

The way your husband does now?

Would you have turned your back?

Or would you    have held me

With open arms and open mind

When your heart skipped

A beat?

I won’t apologize for who I am.

And I know you wouldn’t mind.