If they loved you once a time ago
But hold only hatred for you now
May you find comfort in their contempt.
In the moments you're most alone;
In the hours you're most void of love,
Find solace in that hatred.
For someone, somewhere,
between here and there and elsewhere
Is so beside themselves
With brooding frustration
And with affection and care and thoughts of you
That only hatred can console them.
In those instances,
Do not hurt for yourself.
It is their agony that calls for counsel
Secrete your empathy
In the space between your souls
And when your moments of darkness pass
May their wounds from you heal