For him
already 2 years in
of a loss deemed irreplaceable
a friendship set on fire.
I had worst, I said; but how am I to know-
I am only a stranger, looking in his window
of a depression he called home.
~
For me
it was 3 months in
of an irreversible turmoil
of a magnitude only understood after a messy escape.
I am so done with her, you said; but how were you to know-
You only see as far as today, a chapter
of a story much is still unwritten.
~
When it starts for you
it is a slope growing steeper over years.
Even a support needs support
and you succumb into anger.
You left her alone, they said; but how were they to know-
A kind only sees their kind, and you are not
A sturdy mountain is always alone.
***
When I get into his shoes,
his past becomes my present.
Get into mine-
hopefully the wisdom of my pain
will guide you to the way out.
