If you had not despaired and hanged yourself,
what might your life have been? Would you
have found it possible to accept forgiveness
and affection from the one you had betrayed?
How long would you have remembered
that last kiss, the gesture you had longed
to give but dared not because you always
feared he loved the others more than you?
What price betrayal? What price a life,
a kiss? When you threw down the thirty
silver pieces in the temple, did they burn
a hole that opened to reveal the fires of hell?