Can you live a happy life after such a monumental betrayal?
Can you smile when others smile,
or laugh and enjoy the frivolous things in life?
How long before guilt is but a faraway fly,
buzzing its insignificance across swats of forced amnesia?
Will your heart coil up in a ball of shame
when you are unexpectedly reminded of what you have done?
How you put that knife to my chest and pushed it slowly, gently into my heart.
Those who are wronged may, in time, forgive,
but what if you do not forgive yourself?
