Freighthopping

I’m packing up my last bags.
I bled honest with them, to my shame.
They’re the witnesses in my wake.
The humiliations I sustained
Insults alongside my final breaks
By those who move on to better days.

The echoes of what they did to me,
And what they wouldn’t do for me,
Will follow my every road,
But they will never see,
They will never know,
The ghost in their joys.

I will fade quickly from memory.
Where there’s no remorse,
There’s no retention
The final petal follows its course
To the silent detention
Of waiting dirt and stillness.

They cannot understand
The guilt of their actions
So I give them their absolution
The weight of their exactions
Destroyed my solutions
But my brief window may have shattered either way.

I can never know.
Maybe the remainder of my days
Were meant to be spent
Like the rest of my tragic stay.
No one knew how to repent,
And they heard my full say.

I never found a way to make it okay.

Or to show them the horror of their pride.

And they were never honest or penitent.
I have been tempted
To wish them haunted
By the girl they abandoned to stones
As cold as their own souls

But I leave that all in the Hands of God.