When the words left your lips
it was all I could do
not to reach out and take you into my arms.
I felt a part of me die, right then,
much as it must have in you
when it happened.
I didn’t know what to say
what to do
how to feel.
I still don’t.
I’m torn
between wanting to take your pain away
(which I can’t, and I know, and that hurts, too)
and hoping never to see his face again
‘lest I give him some pain of his own
I admire you
your trust
your courage
the fact that you’re still standing
and I wish, more than anything,
that I could show you
that someone does care.
