The worst hurt was not
the interrupted Valentine's Day
or the cancelled weekend. No,
those were understandable, explainable,
even necessary.

The tears are because, all day,
I tried to tell him that I love him
and couldn't;
because all I wanted to do
was comfort him
and he wouldn't let me;

Because he didn't want me there.

He didn't trust me enough
to show his pain and grief,
his tears,
though I carry all three
for his sake.

He didn't want me there.
Not last night.
Not this morning.

Except to drive him to the airport,
through snow and wind and silence
that I had to face alone on the way back,
nearly blinded by tears.

02/15/2003

Posted on 02/15/2003
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