I
cried
today
.
w
h
e
n
.
I
.
saw
.
y
o
u
r
.
face . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
no
matter
.
h
o
w
.
much
.
I
.
say,
.
o
r
.
how
many
ways
.
I
.
hate
.
a
n
d
.
berate
myself,
.
.
t
h
e
.
.
haunting
remains . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
never
.
g
o
e
s
.
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
never
.
g
o
e
s
.
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
the
.
o
n
l
y
.
escape,
.
i
s
.
to
fade
–
–
the
pain,
–
–
the
guilt,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
the
shame . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
r
–
–
–
simply
.
g
o
.
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ go
away,
.
a
n
d
.
erase
.
t
h
e
.
name . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Sometimes
I
wait
.
a
n
d
.
hope
.
f
o
r
.
warmer,
–
–
brighter
–
–
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
wait
.
a
n
d
.
hope
.
f
o
r
.
warmer,
–
–
brighter
–
–
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
it
.
i
s
.
just
.
a
.
wait . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ just
.
a
.
short
.
a
n
d
.
gray,
–
–
somber
delay,
–
–
until
.
I
.
see
.
y
o
u
r
.
face
again . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ until
.
I
.
see
.
y
o
u
r
.
face
again . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
the
.
o
n
l
y
.
escape
.
i
s
.
to
fade
.
t
h
e
.
pain . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
r
–
–
–
go
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
.
o
n
l
y
.
escape
.
i
s
.
to
fade
.
t
h
e
.
pain . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
r
–
–
–
go
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
.
I
.
w
i
l
l
.
see
.
y
o
u
r
.
face . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
w
i
l
l
.
see
.
t
h
a
t
.
bitter,
–
–
unforgiving
–
–
face . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
until
.
t
h
e
.
day . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ until
.
t
h
e
.
day . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
it
ends
.
t
h
i
s
.
way.
Reflection: This was a forgotten but powerful personal struggle-themed poem I wrote back in November of 2018 where the affected party is haunted by and cannot escape the guilt and shame experienced in the past. This is one of the few poems I have written that was inspired by a movie. This one was inspired by the moving, powerful movie: “In Bruges.”