It seems almost criminal,
The indifference sometimes.
As if to make me question my morals
That had been so
But when the guilt does come, it crashes
Through the walls so strengthened with devotion.
Enough to make me carefully consider
Whether or not I prefer the immoral lack of it.
This rightful state wreaks havoc
And calls into question the nature
Of that which needs no questioning.
Those moments seep intrusively
Into my life and through mine, into his.