She left, My Guilt Stays

i was raised to hate you

since before you were born

two different personalities

water and oil

never went along

the trees of our old home noticed

the cottage I built with my friend scolded me

the bike I ride to school also implored me

i was repeatedly raised to hate you!

the river i took public bath cited a poem

about how i dislike you

i ignored it because i didn’t think that hating you was a problem. I believed

leaving home for Phnom Penh reduced the hate

that I had even before you were born

but it had stayed. It had never left a second

until you left

your LETTER didn’t mention my name

everyday, I breath with guilt

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