Guilt Trip Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The door slammed shut
The thought of return never occurred.
It began to rain
A Pardon of what's in the past.
Overwhelmed with Guilt
The Sun did not shine.
A lonely existence, walking in the rain.
Each fiber of clothing beckoned to be dry
Soaked in the memory of you.
The weatherman gave a forecast of the perfect day
Where did these clouds come from.
The thought of returning came to mind
No place to go
The object of affectionate no longer shone
The wind showed mercy
leading the way.
I opened the door
To find it wouldn't budge.