A cardboard box of evidence accosts <br /> my craven past, incites a raw review <br /> of those omissions I repent the most: <br /> not what I did, but what I did not do. <br /> <br /> A cache of lilac-colored letters tossed <br /> aside show the seasons when I withdrew <br /> from risks of mellow heart—upbraiding ghosts: <br /> not what I did, but what I did not do. <br /> <br /> A plotted map and snapshots with dulled gloss <br /> speak slender words I never shared with you: <br /> I stand arraigned for self-inflicted loss, <br /> not for what I did, but what I did not do.<br /><br />William F Dougherty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paper-cache/
