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Consequences

Years have passed since I saw you last

You look about the same

But I can see you’re different

You've changed

Your eyes are alive again

I want to know her name

Know the woman who made you breathe again

I don’t know what to say

Tell you all the things that have happened since then

You smile but I see it diminish at the sight of my ring

I twist my hand uncomfortably

You start to speak

When he comes running up, calling my name

Your green eyes watch mine

I notice the dullness in your eyes

For a split second before they revive

You wait for me

To speak, break, tell you everything

But you know me or you did

Before—back then

He calls me once more

Reaching for my hand, tugging and pulling

As you glance at my little one

You kneel down

Smile and introduce yourself

Shy and reserved he is

But the words you speak

The first I receive

He looks just like his daddy

I close my eyes for a brief moment

Letting the guilt wash away

Because I know how much has changed

When you ask his name

That smile shadowing your face

Will be gone the moment I say his name

A reminder of all that has occurred

The results, the aftermath

You were my friend

Someone I could share the world with

Together we were

But I left you devastated

Ties broken, tears shed, blood spread

Words were never for me

But I know I could have said more

Because so much pain has transpired

Weighed between us

Weaved in a broken sea

Desperate and clinging to life

To breathe

But that was before—then

Now, I see

I understand your feelings

So I tell you I’m sorry

Acknowledging that will never be enough

Never account, never round to the right being

I’ll pick him up and tell you goodbye

Hopefully for the last time

We’ll depart, go our separate ways

When my son asks who that man was

I’ll stare into his brown eyes

And tell him

He was an old friend of mine

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Mar 26, 2013
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