NoHoldsBarredPoetryWritingChallenge Day 25: What if?

If I died tonight, murdered in the 
false security of my own home,
what would be your final memory of me?

The phone calls you ignored?
The text messages left unanswered?

Will you remember all the times you
thought me hysterical, accused 
me of nagging, overreacting?

You could have been my savior 
from twenty miles away. 

Instead you are the 
accomplice, the accessory,
worse than the killer himself.

And the guilt will ride you 
like a camel's hump 

as you lie in bed and stare 
at my picture until 
your eyes become heavy 

and it seeps into your dreams, 
that one haunting question:

What if I had only done something? 

© 2022 Nortina Simmons