I never could have guessed or thought
\nThat I would have to walk that path,
\nA road with so much sorrow fraught,
\nPaved only with reality’s wrath.<\/p>\n
But she, she treads it with such grace,
\nA poise I couldn’t comprehend.
\nIt felt so safe to watch her pace,
\nA dancer who could not offend.
\nShe beat the eager birds, and shone\u2014
\nA Goddess, joyful and complete.
\nTo me, she was a work alone,
\nA flawless piece, from head to feet.<\/p>\n
Where could I start? I didn’t know
\nThat we were meant to grow apart.
\nN’oubliez jamais. The seeds you sow
\nWith careless words can break a heart.
\nIt was not what she would have chosen,
\nThis path of solitude and night.
\nBut what you needed to impose
\nHas left her emotional, drained of light.<\/p>\n
We speak in anguish, in despair,
\nAnd think we have no other choice.
\nIt’s not that we don’t care, or dare,
\nIt’s that we’ve lost our mutual voice.
\nWe drift, and don’t perceive the cost,
\nForget the heritage we share\u2014
\nThat Ubuntu, never lost,
\nMeans thinking of the other’s care.
\nYes, self-care is a vital art,
\nBut you must see them too.<\/p>\n
The way back has vanished, torn apart.
\nWhile I was gone, emotional needs were growing.
\nI danced my own tune, self-adored,
\nFloated in my own air and glow,
\nOblivious to the pleas ignored,
\nAs she tried to keep in tow.
\nBut the ground I walked, the very rule,
\nWas mine alone; she couldn’t stand.
\nI saw my path, and played the fool\u2014
\nI didn’t see she needed land.<\/p>\n
And now there’s nothing left to say.
\nShe took her path and is on her way.
\nShe needed space, in solitude,
\nFrom one whose self-love was so crude.
\nShe doesn’t need my offered hand,
\nBut that I let it and understand.
\nMy fierce, emotional self-preservation\u2026
\nBecame her total Decimation.<\/p>\n
(\u201cN’oubliez jamais\u201d \u2013 as in Joe Cocker\u2019s song)<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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