I’m listening …
please speak to me.
I wish you’d been frank,
spoken openly.
I saw pain on your face,
you were clearly angry.
Holding all of this
must have been torture.
Is there anything more
I could have done for you?
I shared your pain,
it’s my truth too.
I can’t change the past,
no hope of rescue.
Feeling helpless
was torture.
I wrote to you,
it was never sent,
Far too aware
of cruel judgement.
I didn’t deserve
your cold resentment.
Loving you
was torture.
Was there more
that I didn’t say?
I’ve shed my tears,
moved far away.
Always in my thoughts,
I loved you dearly.
Letting go
was torture.
As I turned my back,
you passed away.
Our relational cords
forever frayed.
If I’d tried harder
might you have stayed?
Losing you now
is torture.
💔
🌻
Rest in peace, darling Jules
3.3.1970 - 20.8.2024
To The Core 