If ever I saw,
really saw,
what the world did to you,
what you did to you,
I would weep,
bleed on the inside,
until I was depleted
drained, lying on the floor.
For you,
you are a piece of me
as intertwined as my breath;
grown from within,
sewn together with invisible thread,
held,
cradled,
cared for,
loved.
If ever you knew what the world did to me,
what would you say?
would you understand,
or would you say ‘suck it up’,
not knowing, or feeling, or caring;
until I walked away.
And, when I finally fell,
and you could see me no more,
yell at me no longer,
or blame and abuse,
then, only then would you know,
only then would you remember,
what you had,
what you lost.
© Leslie C Dobson
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