40 years of dust
have left no trace of the passion,
or the deception that followed

Only the guilt has flourished
so many years later.

If my memory were poorer
or her eyes had been less blue
there would be none the wiser.

No one to blame, either,
and myself
freed from the weight of that bliss,
would be carefree
in ignorance.

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