Mistakes happen. Choices can be made that cause undue suffering to others. Why must this be so?
Last April’s major parting of our ways
Is still something I’m quite upset about:
To end our supposedly selfish phase,
The other partners’ hurts filled us with doubt;
Lonely, depressed, we searched for a clear choice,
Expecting nothing, getting only pain.
Can’t we take inner thoughts and give them voice?
How did it happen? Was our loss their gain?
In the end, I saw that the child would be
Left in the middle, a pawn on the board:
Does one let a child bear the penalty
Regardless of how much it is adored?
Even now I feel guilt: the injustice
Never compensates for such cowardice…
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