afternoon ramble #1

the hardest part of never knowing you

was not getting the chance to see

your glorious face in the morning

when you first wake up, eyes full

of confusion and excitement.

I would've held your hand whenever

you needed it, like after a bad day

at work or while walking through the park.

those tears that you cried at night

never had to touch your cheeks.

every terrible, horrible thing that

you had to go through, all of it,

could've been avoided.

but I never knew you.

your problems were yours and yours alone.

strength and weakness are a matching set.

the days of the week,

every second flashed by without

our souls ever crossing, for whatever

reason, determined by whomever.

I could've known you.

I could've loved you.