I feel like
He used to understand.
But understand that
He can never understand me fully.

I needed him,
At that moment, to understand.
But understood,
That he just couldn't.

And I would accept that
If I didn't know he could.

That time,
When the world caved in on me,
He understood perfectly,
Just from my heaving sobs
Over the phone.

I understand,
He cannot understand,
And therefore cannot be mad at him.

But I know
That he can,
And therefore crave his understanding.

This is what they call faith.

I understand,
He cannot understand,
But knowing he did,
Is what hurts the most.