Guilt and Hate

I feel so guilty. I wrote my ex a Eulogy! He is in prison for bank robbery for 15 more years. I have always felt like I hated him, but am finding out that there are still many things to love. After his agreeing to sign adoption papers for my daughter, I found out in a letter that he is dying. My point is, you never know what will happen in life. It is way too short to hate. This is only the first four lines of my poem. I feel so guilty.

I won’t visit your grave.  Your casket is open.

You have busted the hinges once more, and your

Repetition, the exhausted adrenaline-filled promises disappear

Into the hole that has been shoveled for years.